Now's The Day And Now's The Hour.

A Man's A Man For A' That. . . . . A Prince Can Mak A Belted Knight, A Marquis, Duke, And A' That; But An Honest Man's Aboon His Might, Guid Faith He Mauna Fa' That! . . . Then Let Us Pray That Come It May, As Come It Will For A' That, That Sense And Worth, O'er A' The Earth, May Bear The Gree And A' That. For A' That, And A' That, It's Comin' Yet, For A' That, When Man To Man, The World O'er, Shall Brithers Be For A' That.

Once Upon A Lammas Night When Corn Rigs Are Bonny, Beneath The Moon's Unclouded Light, I Held Awhile To Annie... The Time Went By With Careless Heed Between The Late And Early, With Small Persuasion She Agreed To See Me Through The Barley... Corn Rigs And Barley Rigs, Corn Rigs Are Bonny! I'll Not Forget That Happy Night Among The Rigs With Annie!

The Best Laid Schemes O' Mice An' Men Gang Aft Agley.

Should Auld Acquaintance Be Forgot, And Never Brought To Min?

By Oppression's Woes And Pains! By Your Sons In Servile Chains! We Will Drain Our Dearest Veins, But They Shall Be Free! Lay The Proud Usurpers Low! Tyrants Fall In Every Foe! Liberty's In Every Blow! Let Us Do Or Die!