“ HOME, SWEET HOME.
’Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam,
Be it ever so humble, there’s no place like home;
A charm from the skies seems to hallow us there,
Which seek through the world, is ne’er met with elsewhere.
Home, home, sweet, sweet home,
There’s no place like home, there’s no
place like home. ”

“ But since the proud Corsican’s vauntie,
⁠We'll meet him by laud or by sea.
Whenever a clan is disloyal,
⁠Whoever our king has a foe,
He’ll quietly see Donald M Donald,
⁠Wi’ his Highhandmen a' in a row. ”

“ He has goud in his coffers, he has owsen and kine
And ae bonny lassie, his darling and mine.
She’s fresh as the morning, the fairest in May ;
She’s sweet as the ev'ning amaug the new hay,
As blythe and as artless as lambs on the lea,
And dear to my heart as the light tu my ee,
Hut oh, she's an heiress, auld Rabie's a laird,
My daddie has nought but a cot-house and yard ;
A wooer like me manna hope to come speed,
The wounds I maun hide that will soon be ray dead. ”