The Lightly-jumping, Glowrin' Trouts, That Thro' My

Your Lines, I Maintain It, Are Poetry, And Good Poetry.... Friendship... Had I Been So Blest As To Have Met With You In Time, Might Have Led Me - God Of Love Only Knows Where.

O Life! Thou Art A Galling Load, Along A Rough, A Weary Road, To Wretches Such As I!

The Snowdrop And Primrose Our Woodlands Adorn, And Violets Bathe In The Wet O' The Morn.

Great For Good, Or Great For Evil.

Some Hae Meat And Canna Eat, And Some Wad Eat That Want It, But We Hae Meat And We Can Eat, And Sae The Lord Be Thankit.