Some Wee Short Hour Ayont The Twal.

The Golden Hours On Angel Wings Flew O'er Me And My Dearie, For Dear To Me As Light And Life Was My Sweet Highland Mary.

The Heart That Is Generous And Kind Most Resembles God.

The Rank Is But The Guinea's Stamp, The Man's The Gowd For A' That.

Mankind Is A Science That Defies Definitions.

O, My Luve Is Like A Red, Red Rose.