Gin ye had been amang us noo Oor melodies wad soun' mair sweet, Yer kin'ly voice wad add the note Tae mak' the harmony complete. Burns tells us "Man was made tae murn," Wi' that we dinna aye agree, For here are we five chaps the nicht As blithe an' merry as can be. Some find this warl' drear an' dark Frae cradle onward tae the tomb; A touch o' kindness noo an' then Breaks through the seeming cheerless gloom. Sae as we travel doon the vale Let's help each ither a' we can, An' never slicht tho' puir he be "The social, freenly honest man." Here's health again! Lang may ye leeve! Hale be yer min', hale be yer hert! An' may prosperity be yours, An' aye the honest manly pairt. THE MINER. In the depths of the mine the miner toils, Far from the light of the day; To earn a crust for those he loves He works while work he may; For the years roll on and vitality wanes, Ere the need of his labour be gone, So he wills to work while his strength holds out, For he thinks not of self alone. The thought of danger or death in the mine Never daunts his mind or his heart, And strong is the swing of his brawny arms As he nobly plays his part. He holds at his task with a firm resolve, For he's one of a sterling breed, To provide the nation with what she requires In the darkest hour of her need. When invasion threatens Britannia's shores He is ready to do or to die, And Britannia knows that in times of stress She can on the miner rely To uphold the honour of Right and Truth, To defend his country and hearth; Thank God for men with a heart like his, They are surely the salt of the earth. Our country is rich by the sweat of his brow, And it's needless saying we can't Provide for the miner and see that his days Are free from the shadow of want; And when old age comes with palsied hand He may rest from his labour until The angels bear him away to the land Where he'll work to his Father's will. LOVE. Love! O sacred sentiment, To bless mankind thou'rt surely meant, Hope and joy and comfort giving; Love alone makes life worth living. Brave men fight and brave men die For kindred, home, and country; They count no sacrifice too great To make for thee and liberty. In times of peace, in times of war, Thy influence outspreading far Doth teach to play the Christian part, To soothe and heal the wounded heart. Thro' life with all its ups and downs, When fortune smiles or when it frowns, Thou dost thy kindly vigil keep To laugh or comfort those that weep. No tongue can ever tell thy worth; Thou art the grandest power on earth, The greatest blessing ever given; For thee our thanks ascend to heaven. CURLIN'. When cronies meet aroon the tee, The roarin' game's the game for me, Owre ither games it bears the gree; Then leeze me on the Curlin'.