The best laid schemes o’ mice an’ men gang aft agley.
But deep this truth impress’d my mind: Thro’ all His works abroad,The heart benevolent and kindThe most resembles God.
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.
Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim’rous beastie,O, what a panic’s in thy breastie!
Gin a body meet a bodyComing thro’ the rye,Gin a body kiss a body— Need a body cry?
The best laid schemes o’ Mice an’ Men, Gang aft agley.An’ lea’e us nought but grief an’ pain, For promis’
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.
A fig for those by law protected!Liberty’s a glorious feast!Courts for cowards were erected,Churches built to please the priest!
My heart is sair-I dare na tell,My heart is sair for Somebody.
Critics! Appalled I ventured on the name.Those cutthroat bandits in the paths of fame.
O, wad some Power the giftie gie usTo see oursels as others see us!It wad frae monie a blunder free us,An’ foolish notion.
What makes the hero truly greatis never, never to despair.
I found that old Solomon proved it fair, That a big-belly’d bottle’s a cure for all care.
All-cheering Plenty, with her flowing horn,Led yellow Autumn, wreath’d with nodding
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.
If there is another world he lives in bliss. If there is none he made the best of this.
My heart’s in the Highlands my heart is not here My heart’s in the Highlands a-chasing the deer.
Mankind is an unco squad And muckle he may grieve thee.
If there is another world he lives in bliss If there is none he made the best of this.
O Life! thou art a galling load Along a rough a weary road to wretches such as I.
Gie me a spark o’ nature’s fire that’s a’ the learning I desire.
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.
God knows I’m no the thing I should be Nor am I even the thing I could be.
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.
I have a hundred times wished that one could resign life as an officer resigns a commission.
Scots wha hae wi’ Wallace bled Scots wham Bruce has aften led Welcome to your gory bed Or to victorie.