All Quotes

"Go fetch to me a pint o' wine, An' fill it in a silver tassie."

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

"The minister kiss'd the fiddler's wife, An' could na preach for thinkin' o't."

"It is the moon, I ken her horn, That's blinkin in the lift sae hie; She shines sae bright to wyle us hame, But by my sooth she'll wait a wee!"

"Some have meat and cannot eat, Some cannot eat that want it: But we have meat and we can eat, Sae let the Lord be thankit."

"Some hae meat and canna eat, And some wad eat that want it; But we hae meat, and we can eat, And sae the Lord be thankit.<!--"

"When Nature her great masterpiece designed, And framed her last, best work, the human mind, Her eye intent on all the wondrous plan, She formed of various stuff the various Man."

"Suspense is worse than disappointment."

"While Europe's eye is fix'd on mighty things, The fate of empires and the fall of kings; While quacks of State must each produce his plan, And even children lisp the Rights of Man; Amid this mighty fuss just let me mention, The Rights of Woman merit some attention."

"She is a winsome wee thing, She is a handsome wee thing, She is a lo'esome wee thing, This sweet wee wife o' mine."

"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."

"But, oh! fell death's untimely frost, That nipt my flower sae early."

"There's threesome reels, there's foursome reels, There's hornpipes and strathspeys, man, But the ae best dance ere came to the Land Was, the deil's awa wi' the Exciseman."

"What can a young lassie, what shall a young lassie, What can a young lassie do wi' an auld man?"

"O whistle, an' I'll come to you, my lad: O whistle, an' I'll come to you, my lad: Tho' father and mither should baith gae mad, O whistle, and I'll come to you, my lad."

"O whistle, and I'll come to you, my lad: Tho' father and mither and a' should gae mad."

"If there's a hole in a' your coats, I rede you tent it; A chield's aman you takin' notes, And faith he'll prent it."

"O Mary, at thy window be! It is the wished, the trysted hour."

"I've seen sae mony changefu' years, On earth I am a stranger grown: I wander in the ways of men, Alike unknowing and unknown."

"The wan moon sets behind the white wave, And time is setting with me, Oh."

"Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled, Scots, wham Bruce has aften led, Welcome to your gory bed Or to Victorie! Now's the day, and now's the hour; See the front o' battle lour! See approach proud Edward's power— Chains and slaverie!"

"Lay the proud usurpers low! Tyrants fall in every foe! Liberty's in every blow— Let us do or die!"

"The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The man's the gowd for a' that."

"Ye see yon birkie, ca'd a lord, Wha struts, an' stares, an' a' that; Tho' hundreds worship at his word, He's but a coof for a' that: For a' that, an' a' that, His ribband, star, an' a' that: The man o' independent mind He looks an' laughs at a' that. A prince can mak a belted knight, A marquis, duke, an' a' that; But an honest man's aboon his might, Gude faith, he maunna fa' that! For a' that, an' a' that, Their dignities an' a' that; The pith o' sense, an' pride o' worth, Are higher rank than a' 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, Shall bear the gree, an' a' that. For a' that, an' a' that, It's coming yet for a' that, That Man to Man, the world o'er, Shall brothers be for a' that."

"Drumossie moor — Drumossie day — A waefu' day it was to me! For there I lost my father dear, My father dear, and brethren three."

"Contented wi' little, and cantie wi' mair, Whene'er I forgather wi' Sorrow and Care, I gie them a skelp, as they're creeping alang, Wi' a cog o' gude swats and an auld Scottish sang."

"'Tis sweeter for thee despairing Than aught in the world beside,—Jessy!"

"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!"

"We labour soon, we labour late, To feed the titled knave, man; And a' the comfort we're to get, Is that ayont the grave, man."

"What's a' your jargon o' your schools, Your Latin names for horns and stools? If honest Nature made you fools What sairs your grammars? Ye'd better taen up spades and shools Or knappin hammers. Gie' me ae spark o' Nature's fire! That's a' the learning I desire: Then, tho' I drudge thro' dub and mire At plough or cart, My muse, though homely in attire, May touch the heart."

"Th' expectant wee-things, toddlin, stacher through To meet their dad, wi flichterin noise and glee."

"Gars auld claes look amaist as weel's the new."

"They never sought in vain that sought the Lord aright."

"Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale."

"The halesome parritch, chief o Scotia's food."

"The sire turns o'er, wi patriarchal grace, The big ha'-Bible, ance his father's pride."

"He wales a portion with judicious care; And "Let us worship God" he says, with solemn air."

"Perhaps Dundee's wild-warbling measures rise, Or plaintive Martyrs, worthy of the name."

"From scenes like these, old Scotia's grandeur springs, That makes her loved at home, revered abroad: Princes and lords are but the breath of kings, "An honest man's the noblest work of God.""

"The fear o' hell 's a hangman's whip To haud the wretch in order; But where ye feel your honour grip, Let that aye be your border."

"And may you better reck the rede, Than ever did the adviser!"

"A gaudy dress and gentle air May slightly touch the heart; But it's innocence and modesty that polished the dart."

"Oh, my Luve is like a red, red rose, That's newly sprung in June. O, my Luve is like the melodie, That's sweetly played in tune."

"Contented wi' little and cantie wi' mair."

"Ye banks and braes o' bonny Doon, How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair? How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae weary fu' o' care! Thou'll break my heart, thou warbling bird, That wantons thro' the flowering thorn! Thou minds me o' departed joys, Departed never to return."