Anticipation Forward Points The View.

Yon Rosebuds In The Morning-dew, How Pure Amang The Leaves Sae Green!

Scots, Wha Hae Wi' Wallace Bled, Scots, Wham Bruce Has Aften Led, Welcome To Your Gory Bed, Or To Victory! Now 's The Day And Now 's The Hour; See The Front O' Battle Lour.

Go Fetch To Me A Pint O' Wine, An' Fill It In A Silver Tassie.

There's Some Are Fou O' Love Divine; There's Some Are Fou O' Brandy.

Love's First Snow-drop, Virgin Kiss.