The Rank Is But The Guinea's Stamp,

Some Rhyme A Neebor's Name To Lash; Some Rhyme (vain Thought!) For Needfu' Cash; Some Rhyme To Court The Countra Clash, An' Raise A Din; For Me, An Aim I Never Fash; I Rhyme For Fun.

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

Nursing Her Wrath To Keep It Warm.--robert Burns

Scots, Wha Hae Wi' Wallace Bled, Scots, Wham Bruce Has Aften Led, Welcome To Your Gory Bed, Or To Victory! Now 's The Day And Now 's The Hour; See The Front O' Battle Lour.

Gars Auld Claes Look Amaist As Weel's The New.