My heart 's in the Highlands, my heart is not here; My heart 's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer.

But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love forever. Had we never lou'd sae kindly, Had we never lou'd sae blindly, Never met - or never parted - We had ne'er been broken hearted

Life is but a day at most.

Now's the day and now's the hour.

My heart 's in the Highlands, my heart is not here; My heart 's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer.

Good Lord, what is man! for as simple he looks, Do but try to develop his books and his crooks, With his depths and his shallows, his good and his evil, All in all, he's a problem must puzzle the devil.

There is no such uncertainty as a sure thing.