Here lie I, Martin Elginbrodde: Hae mercy o'my soul, Lord God; As I wad do, were I Lord God, And ye were Martin Elginbrodde.
Wee, sleeket, cowrin, tim'rous beastie, O, what a panic's in thy breastie! Thou need na start awa sae hasty Wi' bickering brattle! I wad be laith to rin an'chase thee, Wi'murd'ring pattle!Robert Burns
O wad some Pow'r the giftie gie us To see oursels as ithers see us! It wad frae monie a blunder free us An'foolish notion.Robert Burns
Sic a wife as Willie's wife, I wad na gie a button for her.Robert Burns
Ye're a verra clever chiel', man, but ye wad be nane the waur o'a hanging.MacQueen, Robert, Lord Braxfield
Hey, Johnnie Cope, are ye wauking yet? Or are your drums a-beating yet? If ye were wauking I wad wait To gang to the coals i' the morning.Adam Skirving
Here lie I, Martin Elginbrodde: Have mercy o' my soul, Lord God; As I wad do, were I Lord God, And ye were Martin Elginbrodde.