There’s nanethat’s blest of human kind,
Butthe cheerful and the gay, man,
Fal, la, la, &c.
Here’s a bottle and anhonest friend!
What wadye wish for mair, man?
Whakens, before his life may end,
What his share may be o’care, man?
Then catch the moments as they fly,
And use them as ye ought, man:
Believe me, happiness is shy,
And comes not aye when sought, man.