“ EVERY MAN TAKE HIS GLASS.
Every man take his glass in his hand,
⁠and drink a good health to our King;
Many years have he rule o'er this land:
⁠May his laurels for ever fresh spring.
Let wrangling and jangling straight away cease;
Let every one strive for his country's peace ”

“ I've wander'd, poor fool, for a face sause a bonny,
⁠I little thought this was the way for to woo.
Hae na ye roos'd my red cheeks like the morning,
⁠an' roos'd up my cherry-red mou?
Ye've come o'er the sea, muir, and mountain,
⁠what mair Johnny need ye to woo?
An far hae ye wander'd, I ken, my dear laddie,
⁠now ye hae faund me, ye've nae cause to rue;
Wi health we'll hae plenty, I'll never gang gaudy,
⁠I ne'er wish'd for mair than a heart that is true. ”

“ Now to conclude. His grey breeks
I'll sing them up wi' mirth and glee;
Here's luck to a the grey sleeks
that show themselves upo the knee.
But if a wee wi' health I'm spar'd,
and I trust it will be sae
I'll hae his breeks as weel prepar'd
as ony e'er was made o grey.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago. ”