If Naebody Care For Me,i'll Care For

Some Wee Short Hour Ayont The Twal.

My Heart 's In The Highlands, My Heart Is Not Here; My Heart 's In The Highlands A-chasing The Deer.

Critics! Those Cut-throat Bandits In The Paths Of Fame.

Or Like The Snow Falls In The River, A Moment White-then Melts For Ever . . .

Suspense Is Worst Than Disappointment.