You have sae saft a voice and slid a tongue

A dish of married love right soon grows cauld.

For when I dinna clearly see, I always own I dinna ken, And that's the way with wisest men.

A bleezing ingle, and a clean hearthstane.

Let fowk bode weel, and strive to do their best; Nae mair's required—let Heaven make out the rest.

America, I raised a boy for you. America, you'll find him staunch and true, Place a gun upon his shoulder, He is ready to die or do. America, he is my only one; My hope, my pride and joy, But if I had another, He would march beside his …

All sensible people agree in thinking that large seminaries of young ladies, though managed with all the vigilance and caution which human abilities can exert, are in danger of great corruption.