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My Creed

o live as gently as I can,

To be, no matter where, a man;
To take what comes of good or ill;
To cling to faith and honor still;
To do my best and let stand
The record of my brain and hand;
And then, should failure come to me,
Still work and hope for victory!

On the Square

My Brother, in the Courtyard
Each one of us have stood
Outside the tyled Temple door
Awaiting as we should.

Committees

Oh! Give me your pity, I’m on a Committee
Which meets from morning to night,
We attend and amend and contend and defend
Without a conclusion in sight.

GRACE

For these and all Thy mercies given,
We bless and praise Thy Name, O Lord;
May we receive them with thanksgiving,
Ever trusting in Thy word.
To Thee alone be honour, glory,
Now and henseforth for evermore.
So mote it be.

Scottish Grace

Note: Not so much a toast, but a Grace, which may only appeal to the Scottish who support a particular football team. Origin unknown.