Mothers walk miles under the scorching sun ... This is the suffering we cannot ignore. At THOU Charity Foundation, we refuse to turn away. We refuse to accept that hunger is normal, that poverty ...

Wilt thou be my Dearie; When sorrow wrings thy gentle heart, O wilt thou let me chear thee: By the treasure of my soul, That's the love I bear thee! I swear and vow, that only thou Shalt ever be ...

I do confess thou art sae fair, I wad been o'er the lugs in luve; Had I na found, the slightest prayer That lips could speak, thy heart could muve. I do confess thee sweet, but find, Thou art sae ...