O, my luve is like a red, red rose.
Auld Nature swears the lovely dears Her noblest work she classes, O; Her ‘prentice han’ she tried on man, And then she made the lasses, O!
Now’s the day and now’s the hour.
And like a passing thought, she fled In light away.
Good Lord, what is man! for as simple he looks, Do but try to develop his books and his crooks, With his depths and his shallows, his good and his evil, All in all, he’s a problem must puzzle the devil.
As Tammie glow’red, amazed and curious, The mirth and fun grew fast and furious.
His locked, lettered, braw brass collar, Shewed him the gentleman and scholar.
Nature’s law, That man was made to mourn. Man’s inhumanity to man Makes countless thousands mourn! O Death, the poor man’s dearest friend, The kindest and the best!
Ah, gentle dames! it gars me greet To think how monie counsels sweet, How monie lengthened sage advices, The husband frae the wife despises.
Some books are lies frae end to end.
The landlord’s laugh was ready chorus.
An atheist’s laugh ’s a poor exchange For Deity offended!
The poor inhabitant below Was quick to learn and wise to know And keenly felt the friendly glow And softer flame; But thoughtless follies laid him low, And stain’d his name!
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.
I’m truly sorry man’s dominion has broken Nature’s social union.
Ilk cowslip cup shall kep a tear.
And wild-scatter’d cowslips bedeck the green dale.
Oatcakes are a delicate relish when eaten warm with ale.
Why has a religious turn of mind always a tendency to narrow and harden the heart?
The best laid plans take 40 years to complete.