The lightly-jumping, glowrin' trouts, That thro' my waters play.

God knows, I'm no the thing I should be, Nor am I even the thing I could be.

Inspiring bold JohnBarleycorn! What dangers thou canst make us scorn! Wi' usquebae, we'll face the devil!

I love drinking now and then. It defecates the standing pool of thought. A man perpetually in the paroxysm and fears of inebriety is like a half-drowned stupid wretch condemned to labor unceasingly in water; but a now-and-then tribute to Bacchus is like the cold bath, bracing and invigorating.

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!

Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to min?

Man's inhumanity to man makes countless thousands mourn!