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• Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale.
  -- Robert Burns (1759-1796) -- The Cotter's Saturday Nigh...
• Perhaps Dundee's wild-warbling measures rise, Or plaintive Martyrs, worthy of the name.
  -- Robert Burns (1759-1796) -- The Cotter's Saturday Nigh...
• He wales a portion with judicious care; And "Let us worship God," he says with solemn air.
  -- Robert Burns (1759-1796) -- The Cotter's Saturday Nigh...
• From scenes like these old Scotia's grandeur springs, That makes her loved at home, revered abroad
  Princes and lords are but the breath of kings, "An honest man 's the noblest work of God....
• Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to mind?
  Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And days o' lang syne?...
• We twa hae run about the braes, And pu'd the gowans fine.
  -- Robert Burns (1759-1796) -- Auld Lang Syne...
• Live from New York, it's SATURDAY NIGHT!
• Live from New York ... It's Saturday Night!
• Ah, gentle dames! it gars me greet To think how monie counsels sweet, How monie lengthened sage advices, The husband frae the wife despises.
  -- Robert Burns (1759-1796) -- Tam o' Shante...