The Voice Of Nature Loudly

If Heaven A Draught Of Heavenly Pleasure Spare, One Cordial In This Melancholy Vale, 't Is When A Youthful, Loving, Modest Pair In Other's Arms Breathe Out The Tender Tale

Inspiring Bold Johnbarleycorn! What Dangers Thou Canst Make Us Scorn! Wi' Usquebae, We'll Face The Devil!

Be Briton Still To Britain True, Among Oursel's United; For Never But By British Hands Maun British Wrangs Be Righted.

A Mind That Is Conscious Of Its Integrity Scorns To Say More Than It Means To Perform.

My Heart Is Sair-i Dare Na Tell, My Heart Is Sair For Somebody.