Wee, Sleekit, Cowrin, Tim'rous Beastie, O, What

When Matters Are Desperate We Must Put On A Desperate Face.

And Wild-scatter'd Cowslips Bedeck The Green Dale.

A Man's A Man For A' That. . . . . A Prince Can Mak A Belted Knight, A Marquis, Duke, And A' That; But An Honest Man's Aboon His Might, Guid Faith He Mauna Fa' That! . . . Then Let Us Pray That Come It May, As Come It Will For A' That, That Sense And Worth, O'er A' The Earth, May Bear The Gree And A' That. For A' That, And A' That, It's Comin' Yet, For A' That, When Man To Man, The World O'er, Shall Brithers Be For A' That.

Now's The Day And Now's The Hour.

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