The Gatherer.

A snapper up of unconsidered trifles

SHAKSPEARE.

Tho' lang an lonely be the road

Between me an my dearie;

Yet I the gate hae aften troad,

When I've been tired and wearie.

Be't stormin rain, hail, win or snaw—

A lonely road and drearie—

There's nought wad e'er keep me awa

Frae gaun to see my dearie!!!