They Never Sought In Vain That Sought

Yon Rosebuds In The Morning-dew, How Pure Amang The Leaves Sae Green!

Liberty's In Every Blow! Let Us Do Or Die.

Kings May Be Blest, But Tam Was Glorious, O'er A' The Ills O' Life Victorious.

Good Lord, What Is Man! For As Simple He Looks, Do But Try To Develop His Books And His Crooks, With His Depths And His Shallows, His Good And His Evil, All In All, He's A Problem Must Puzzle The Devil.

Just Now I've Taen The Fit O' Rhyme / My Barmie Noddle's Working Prime.