Gars Auld Claes Look Amaist As Weel's

Gie Me Ae Spark O' Nature's Fire, That's A' The Learning I Desire.

John Barleycorn Was A Hero Bold, Of Noble Enterprise, For If You Do But Taste His Blood, 'twill Make Your Courage Rise, Twill Make A Man Forget His Wo; 'twill Heighten All His Joy.

Hope Springs Exulting On Triumphant Wing.

Wee, Sleekit, Cowrin, Tim'rous Beastie, O, What A Panic's In Thy Breastie!

If Naebody Care For Me,i'll Care For Naebody.