All-cheering Plenty, With Her Flowing Horn, Led

God Help The Teacher, If A Man Of Sensibility And Genius, When A Booby Father Presents Him With His Booby Son, And Insists On Lighting Up The Rays Of Science In A Fellow's Head Whose Skull Is Impervious And Inaccessible By Any Other Way Than A Positive Fracture With A Cudgel.

God Knows, I'm No The Thing I Should Be, Nor Am I Even The Thing I Could Be.

For Gold The Merchant Ploughs The Main, The Farmer Ploughs The Manor.

Be Briton Still To Britain True, Among Oursel's United; For Never But By British Hands Maun British Wrangs Be Righted.

The Honest Man, Though E'er Sae Poor, Is King O' Men, For A' That!