[Scottish songs] are, I own, frequently wild, & unreduceable to the more modern rules; but on that very eccentricity, perhaps, depends a great part of their effect.

Gin a body meet a body Coming thro' the rye, Gin a body kiss a body— Need a body cry?

As Tammie glow'red, amazed and curious, The mirth and fun grew fast and furious.

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

A mind that is conscious of its integrity scorns to say more than it means to perform.

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!

Misled by fancy's meteor ray, By passion driven; But yet the light that led astray Was light from heaven.