Now Simmer Blinks On Flowery Braes, And

Their Sighing, Canting, Grace-proud Faces, Their Three-mile Prayers, And Half-mile Graces.

When Chill November's Surly Blast Made Fields And Forests Bare.

The Best Laid Schemes O' Mice An' Men Gang Aft Agley.

Your Lines, I Maintain It, Are Poetry, And Good Poetry.... Friendship... Had I Been So Blest As To Have Met With You In Time, Might Have Led Me - God Of Love Only Knows Where.

Oh My Luve's Like A Red, Red Rose, That's Newly Sprung In June; Oh My Luve's Like The Melodie That's Sweetly Played In Tune.