I found that old Solomon proved it fair, That a big-belly'd bottle's a cure for all care.
Mankind is an unco squad And muckle he may grieve thee.
Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim'rous beastie,O, what a panic's in thy breastie!
Is there for honest Poverty That hings his head, an' a' that; The coward slave-we pass him by, We dare be poor for a' that! For a' that, an' a' that. Our toils obscure an' a' that, The rank is b...
My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here;My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer;A-chasing the wild-deer, and following the roe,My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go.
Dare to be honest and fear no labor.
My heart is sair-I dare na tell,My heart is sair for Somebody.
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.
What makes the hero truly greatis never, never to despair.
If there is another world he lives in bliss. If there is none he made the best of this.
Nature's mighty law is change.
My heart's in the Highlands my heart is not here My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer.
Critics! Appalled I ventured on the name.Those cutthroat bandits in the paths of fame.
Oh wad some power the giftie gie us To see oursels as ithers see us! It wad frae monie a blunder free us And foolish notion.
Wee sleekit cow'rin timrous beastie 0 what a panic's in thy breastie! Wi' bickering brattle!
To see her is to love her And love but her forever For Nature made her what she is And never made another.
Gie me a spark o' nature's fire that's a' the learning I desire.
O Life! thou art a galling load Along a rough a weary road to wretches such as I.
A fig for those by law protected!Liberty's a glorious feast!Courts for cowards were erected,Churches built to please the priest!
O wad some Pow'r the giftie gie us To see oursels as others see us. It wad frae money a blunder free us And foolish notion.