When matters are desperate we must put on a desperate face.
To make three guineas do the work of five.
By Oppression's woes and pains! By your sons in servile chains! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free! Lay the proud usurpers low! Tyrants fall in every foe! Liberty's in every blow! Let us do or die!
Some wee short hour ayont the twal.
A women can make an average man great, and a great man average.
The fear o' hell's a hangman's whip To haud the wretch in order; But where ye feel your honour grip, Let that aye be your border.