Something more than the lilt of the strain,
Something more than the touch of the lute;
For the voice of the minstrel is vain,
If the heart of the minstrel is mute.

Something happened the other day that never happened before,
A man tried to get me to shovel iron ore.
Says I, "Old man now what will you pay?' Says he, "Two bits a ton.'
Says I, "Old man, go diddle yourself, I'd rather bum.'

Somebody being a nobody,
Thinking to look like a somebody,
Said he thought me a nobody:
Good little somebody-nobody,
Had you not known me a somebody,
Would you have called me a nobody?

Some hae meat and canna eat,
And some wad eat that want it;
But we hae meat and we can eat,
And sae the Lord be thankit.

Some can gaze and not be sick,
But I could never learn the trick.
There's this to say for blood and breath,
They give a man a taste for death.

Softly, softly, through the darkness
Snow is falling.
Sharply, sharply, in the meadows
Lambs are calling.
Coldly, coldly, all around me
Winds are blowing.
Brightly, brightly, up above me
Stars are glowing.

So vile was poor Wat, such a miscreant slave,
That the worms even damn'd him when laid in his grave.
In his scull there is famine!' a starv'd reptile cries;
And his heart it is poison!' another replies.

So smooth, so sweet, so silvery, is thy voice
As, could they hear, the damned would make no noise,
But listen to thee (walking in thy chamber)
Melting melodious words to lutes of amber.

So good luck came, and on my roof did light
Like noiseless snow, or as the dew of night:
Not all at once, but gently, as the trees
Are by the sunbeams tickled by degrees.

So different, this man
And this woman:
A stream flowing