I found that old Solomon proved it fair, That a big-belly'd bottle's a cure for all care.
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...
Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim'rous beastie,O, what a panic's in thy breastie!
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.
Mankind is an unco squad And muckle he may grieve thee.
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.
Dare to be honest and fear no labor.
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.
If there is another world he lives in bliss. If there is none he made the best of this.
What makes the hero truly greatis never, never to despair.
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.
To see her is to love her And love but her forever For Nature made her what she is And never made another.
Nature's mighty law is change.
Wee sleekit cow'rin timrous beastie 0 what a panic's in thy breastie! Wi' bickering brattle!
A fig for those by law protected!Liberty's a glorious feast!Courts for cowards were erected,Churches built to please the priest!
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.
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.