O, my luve is like a red, red rose.
In durance vile 1here must I wake and weep, And all my frowsy couch in sorrow steep.
A mind that is conscious of its integrity scorns to say more than it means to perform.
Now a' is done that men can do, And a' is done in vain.
Oatcakes are a delicate relish when eaten warm with ale.
Look abroad through Nature's range, Nature's mighty law is change.