The wide world is all before us - but a world without a friend.

A women can make an average man great, and a great man average.

All-cheering Plenty, with her flowing horn, Led yellow Autumn, wreath'd with nodding corn.

My heart is sair-I dare na tell, My heart is sair for Somebody.

From scenes like these old Scotia's grandeur springs, That makes her loved at home, revered abroad: Princes and lords are but the breath of kings, "An honest man 's the noblest work of God."

Nae man can tether time or tide; The hour approachesTam maun ride; That hour, o'night's black arch the key-stane, That dreary hourTam mounts his beast in.

Look abroad through Nature's range, Nature's mighty law is change.