Gars Auld Claes Look Amaist

Ah, Gentle Dames! It Gars Me Greet To Think How Monie Counsels Sweet, How Monie Lengthened Sage Advices, The Husband Frae The Wife Despises.

My Dear, My Native Soil! For Whom My Warmest Wish To Heav'n Is Sent, Long May Thy Hardy Sons Of Rustic Toil Be Blest With Health, And Peace, And Sweet Content!

Critics! Those Cut-throat Bandits In The Paths Of Fame.

The Wide World Is All Before Us - But A World Without A Friend.

Oh Would Some Power The Gift Give Us, To See Ourselves As Others See Us!