To make a happy fire-side clime To weans and wife, That's the true pathos and sublime Of human life

Gi'e me a spark o' Nature's fire that's a' the learning I desire.

In my conscience, I believe that my heart has been so oft on fire that it is absolutely vitrified.

Although I was confident of where the fire came from, I called in the fire marshal because of remarks made about the fire department,

The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my Dearie; For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary

O Life! thou art a galling load, Along a rough, a weary road, To wretches such as I.