“But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love forever. Had we never lou’d sae kindly, Had we never lou’d sae blindly, Never met – or never parted – We had ne’er been broken hearted.”

Inspiring bold JohnBarleycorn! What dangers thou canst make us scorn! Wi’ usquebae, we’ll face the devil!

I’m truly sorry man’s dominion has broken Nature’s social union.

Oh my luve’s like a red, red rose, That’s newly sprung in June; Oh my luve’s like the melodie That’s sweetly played in tune.

Again rejoicing Nature sees Her robe assume its vernal hues Her leafy locks wave in the breeze, All freshly steep’d in the morning dews.

Suspicion is a heavy armor and with its weight it impedes more than it protects.

Nature’s law, That man was made to mourn. Man’s inhumanity to man Makes countless thousands mourn! O Death, the poor man’s dearest friend, The kindest and the best!

Firmness in enduring and exertion is a character I always wish to possess. I have always despised the whining yelp of complaint and cowardly resolve.

Nae man can tether time or tide.

Critics! Those cut-throat bandits in the paths of fame.

To see her is to love her, And love but her forever; For nature made her what she is, And never made anither!

Here’s to us, who’s like us Damn few, and they’re all dead.

But facts are chiels that winna ding, An’ downa be disputed.

Dare to be honest and fear no labor.

But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love forever.

Prudent, cautious self-control is wisdom’s root.

The upright, honest-hearted man Who strives to do the best he can, Need never fear the church’s ban Or hell’s damnation.