How wretched is the person who hangs on by the favors of the powerful.

My love is like a red, red rose That's newly sprung in June: My love is like the melody That's sweetly played in tune. How fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in love am I; And I will love thee still, my dear, Till all the seas gang dry. Till all the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt with the sun; I will love thee still, my dear, While the sands of life shall run. And fare thee weel, my only love. And fare thee weel awhile! And I will come again, my love, Though it were ten thousand mile.

The snowdrop and primrose our woodlands adorn, and violets bathe in the wet o' the morn.

An atheist's laugh 's a poor exchange For Deity offended!

If there's another world, he lives in bliss; if there is none, he made the best of this.

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

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