Suspicion Is A Heavy Armor And With

O, Wad Some Power The Giftie Gie Us To See Oursels As Others See Us! It Wad Frae Monie A Blunder Free Us, An' Foolish Notion.

The Wisest Man The Warl' E'er Saw, He Dearly Loved The Lasses, O.

O, My Luve Is Like A Red, Red Rose.

Great For Good, Or Great For Evil.

The Rank Is But The Guinea's Stamp, The Man's The Gowd For A' That.