Why Has A Religious Turn

A Man's A Man For A' That. . . . . A Prince Can Mak A Belted Knight, A Marquis, Duke, And A' That; But An Honest Man's Aboon His Might, Guid Faith He Mauna Fa' That! . . . Then Let Us Pray That Come It May, As Come It Will For A' That, That Sense And Worth, O'er A' The Earth, May Bear The Gree And A' That. For A' That, And A' That, It's Comin' Yet, For A' That, When Man To Man, The World O'er, Shall Brithers Be For A' That.

Suspicion Is A Heavy Armor And With Its Weight It Impedes More Than It Protects.

All-cheering Plenty, With Her Flowing Horn, Led Yellow Autumn, Wreath'd With Nodding Corn.

Dweller In Yon Dungeon Dark, Hangman Of Creation, Mark! Who In Widow Weeds Appears, Laden With Unhonoured Years, Noosing With Care A Bursting Purse, Baited With Many A Deadly Curse?

Farewell, My Friends! Farewell, My Foes! My Peace With These, My Love With Those. The Bursting Tears My Heart Declare; Farewell, The Bonnie Banks Of Ayr.