"O, saw ye bonnie Leslie As she gaed o’er the border? She’s gane, like Alexander, To spread her conquests farther. To see her is to love her, And love but her forever; For nature made her what she is, And ne’er made sic anither!"

"O, gie me the lass that has acres o' charms, O, gie me the lass wi' the weel-stockit farms."

"Come, Firm Resolve, take thou the van, Thou stalk o' carl-hemp in man! And let us mind, faint heart ne'er wan A lady fair; Wha does the utmost that he can, Will whyles do mair."

"Good Lord, what is man! for as simple he looks, Do but try to develop his hooks 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."

"Their sighan', cantan', grace-proud faces, Their three-mile prayers, and half-mile graces."

"There's death in the cup-so beware!"

"Don't let the awkward squad fire over me."