“ Where thy mates of the garden lye scentless and dead.
So, soon may I follow when friendships decay,
And from love's shining circle the gems drop away;
When true hearts are wither'd, and fond ones are flown,
O who would inhabit this bleak world alone. ”

“ Who make music divinely enchanting;
⁠We have balls, we have plays,
⁠We have routs, public days
And yet still I find something is wanting;
What should it be, but the girl of my heart,
⁠To share those treasures with me!
For had I the wealth which the Indies impart,
⁠No pleasure it would give me,
Without the lovely girl of my heart.
Then give me the girl of my heart.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago. ”

“ Hoo hoo, never heed, 'od she'd plenty o' gaelic,
There's no ane had mair on the braes o' Glendoo.
Then she'll tak a big shop and she'll turn a great dealer,
She'll get the lang trust, and they'll no seek nae bailure,
But Dugald M'Taggart hersell maks a failure,
And they'll call her a bankrupt-a trade she'll not knew. ”