Love's First Snow-drop, Virgin Kiss.

Man's Inhumanity To Man Makes Countless Thousands Mourn!

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

There Is No Such Uncertainty As A Sure Thing.

O, My Luve Is Like A Red, Red Rose.

It Is Cruelty To Be Humane To Rebels, And Humanity Is Cruelty.