I waive the quantum o' the sin, The hazard of concealing; But, och! it hardens a' within, And petrifies the feeling!

It 's guid to be merry and wise, It 's guid to be honest and true, It 's guid to support Caledonia's cause, And bide by the buff and the blue.

I have a hundred times wished that one could resign life as an officer resigns a commission.

The trout in yonder wimpling burn - That glides, a silver dart, - And, safe beneath the shady thorn, - Defies the anglers art.

Oatcakes are a delicate relish when eaten warm with ale.

They never sought in vain that sought the Lord alright!

Their sighing, canting, grace-proud faces, their three-mile prayers, and half-mile graces.