There's nought but care on ev'ry han', In every hour that passes, O: What signifies the life o' man, An' then she made the lasses, O.

An atheist-laugh's a poor exchange For Deity offended.

Auld Nature swears, the lovely dears Her noblest work she classes, O: Her prentice han' she tried on man, An' then she made the lasses, O.

I waive the quantum o' the sin, The hazard of concealing: But, och! it hardens a' within, And petrifies the feeling!

From the haunts of daily life Where is waged the daily strife With common wants and common cares Which sows the human heart with tares.

It's not easy being a man! Oh no..I had to get dressed today... and there are other pressures.

Love is the whole history of a woman's life, it is an episode in a man's.