There's Some Are Fou O'

Should Auld Acquaintance Be Forgot, And Never Brought To Min?

She Is A Winsome Wee Thing, She Is A Handsome Wee Thing, She Is A Bonny Wee Thing, This Sweet Wee Wife O' Mine.

Pleasures Are Like Poppies Spread: You Seize The Flow'r, Its Bloom Is Shed.

But Of All Nonsense, Religious Nonsense Is The Most Nonsensical; So Enough, & More Than Enough Of It - Only, By The Bye, Will You, Or Can You Tell Me, My Dear Cunningham, Why A Religioso Turn Of Mind Has Always A Tendency To Narrow And Illiberalise The Heart?

The Honest Man, Though E'er Sae Poor, Is King O' Men, For A' That!