Auld Scotland wants nae skinking wareThat jaups in luggies; But, if ye wish her gratefu'prayer, Gie her a Haggis!
Inspiring, bold John Barleycorn! What dangers thou canst make us scorn! Wi' tippenny, we fear nae evil; Wi'usquabae, we'll face the devil!Robert Burns
O fickle Fortune, why this cruel sporting? Why thus torment us poor sons of day? nae mair your smiles can cheer me, nae mair your frowns can fear me, For the flowers of the forest are a' wade away.Richard Cobden
I'll hae nae hauf-way hoose, buyaye be whaur Extremes meetit's the only way I ken To dodge the curst conceit o' bein'richt That damns the vast majority o'men.Grieve
We are na fou, we're nae that fou, But just a drappie in our e'e; The cock may craw, the day may daw, And ay we'll taste the barley bree.Robert Burns
I met ayont the cairney A lass wi' tousled hair Singin'till a bairnie That was nae langer there.Grieve
I’ll ha’e nae hauf-way hoose, but aye be whaur
Extremes meet – it’s the only way I ken
To dodge the curst conceit o’ bein’ right
That damns the vast majority o’ men.
If doughty deeds my lady please, Right soon I'll mount my steed, And strong his arm and fast his seat, That bears me from the meed. Then tell me how to woo thee, love, Oh, tell me how to woo thee For thy dear sake, nae care I'll take Though ne'er another trow me.
Wooed, and married, and a', Married, and wooed, and a'! And was she nae very weel off That was wooed, and married, and a'?
There's nae sorrow there, John, There's neither cauld nor care, John, The day is aye fair, In the land o' the leal.
Inspiring bold John Barleycorn, What dangers thou canst make us scorn! Wi' tippenny, we fear nae evil; Wi' usquebae, we'll face the devil!Robert Burns
To be yersel'sand to mak'that worth bein'. nae harder job to mortals has been gi'en.Grieve
nae wut without a portion o' impertinence.