“ Wrongs injurious to redress,
Honour’s war we strongly waged,
But the heavens deny’d success.
Ruin’s wheel has driven o’er us,
Not a hope that dare attend,
The wide world is all before us—
But a world without friend. ”

“ I’m wearing awa, Jean,
like snaw when it's shaw, Jean,
I’m wearing awa
To the land o’ the leal.
There’s nae sorrow there, Jean.
There’s nae cauld nor care, Jean,
The day is aye fair,
In the land o’ the leal. ”

“ Unmindful of the noon day blast,
⁠That strew’d it on my evening walk.
So. when the morn of life awoke,
⁠My hopes sat bright on fancy’s bloom,
Forgetful of the death-aimed stroke,
⁠That laid them in my Helen’s tomb. ”