It's Hardly In A Body's Pow'r,to Keep,

Auld Nature Swears The Lovely Dears Her Noblest Work She Classes, O; Her 'prentice Han' She Tried On Man, And Then She Made The Lasses, O!

Here's To Us, Who's Like Us Damn Few, And They're All Dead.

Flow Gently, Sweet Afton, Among Thy Green Braes, Flow Gently, I'll Sing Thee A Song In Thy Praise.

The Best Plans Of Men And Mice Often Go Awry.

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.