Lyrics:

Haste Not Thine Wisdom, For The Hollow Is Ta'en -
-- By Whom, Know I Not; 'lack! Am I Of Twain -
-- And As A Crux - Cede I My Words -
fro My Heart Wilt Thou Ne'er
-- Have I Been 'sooth Sinsyne.
be Left Without - Come!

thine Voice Is Oh So Sweet, -- I Speer Thine Pine,
ryking For Me -- Ryking For Thee;
list And Heed, Thou Say'st -- Wistful, Whistful -
chancing To Lure -- Chancing To Lure,
-- Skirl And Skreigh, But For Thine Ears, Aye, Lown 'tis -
-- Dodge Na 'way Herefro, Do Come Here In Eath!

-- Mayhap Lur�d By The Scent Of Lote -
-- 'od! - The Ftid - Eft Hie Back I Mote;
-- For What I Did My Soul Atrounc�d,
how I Wish For Thee Again,
-- O! Do Believe Me, 'twasn't A Frounce.
will I Give Thee It Troth.

thine Voice Is Oh So Sweet, -- I Speer Thine Pine,
ryking For Me -- Ryking For Thee;
list And Heed, Thou Say'st -- Wistful, Whistful -
chancing To Lure. -- Chancing To Lure,
-- Skirl And Skreigh, But For Thine Ears, Aye, Lown 'tis -
-- Dodge Na 'way Herefro, Do Come Here In Eath