For Gold The Merchant Ploughs The Main,

Scots, Wha Hae Wi' Wallace Bled, Scots, Wham Bruce Has Aften Led, Welcome To Your Gory Bed, Or To Victory! Now 's The Day And Now 's The Hour; See The Front O' Battle Lour.

An Atheist's Laugh 's A Poor Exchange For Deity Offended!

But To See Her Was To Love Her, Love But Her, And Love Forever.

Suspense Is Worse Than Disappointment.

It's Hardly In A Body's Pow'r,to Keep, At Times, Frae Being Sour.