“ Don’t fear, drink on, be jolly boys,
⁠‘Tis he, you, or I,
⁠Cold, hot, wet, or dry,
We’re always bound to follow, boys,
⁠And scorn to fly.
⁠‘Tis but in vain,—
I mean not to upbraid you boys,—
⁠‘Tis but in vain
⁠For soldiers to complain,
⁠Should next campaign
Send us to him who made us, boys,
⁠We're free from pain,
⁠But, if we remain,
A bottle, ann kind landlady
⁠Cure all again.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago. ”

“ Far, far, will the bogle and brownie be;
Beauty an: truth, they darena come near
Kind love is the tie of our unity,
A’ maun love it, an’ a’ maun revere it
Love maks the sang o’ the woodland so cheerie
Love gars a’ nature look bonnie that's near ye,
Love maks the rose sae sweet,
Cowslip an’ violet—
O, Jeanie, there’s naething to fear ye. ”

“ A bonny wee wifie to praise and admire,
A bonny wee yardie, a-side a wee burn,
Fareweel to the bodies that yammer & mourn
⁠Sae bide ye yet, and bide ye yet,
⁠Ye little ken what may betide you yet;
⁠Some bonny wee body may yet be my lot,
⁠And I’ll ay be canty wi’ thinking o’t.
When I gang afield, and come hame at e’en,
I’ll get my wee wifie fu’ neat and fu’ clean,
And a bonny wee bairnie upon her knee,
That will cry Papa or Dady to me. ”