Go fetch to me a pint o' wine;
and that other, in which the calm depth of long-wedded and happy love utters itself, so blithely yet pathetically,—
John Anderson, my Jo, John.
Then for comic humour of courtship, there is—
Duncan Gray cam here to woo.
For that contented spirit which, while feeling life's troubles, yet keeps "aye a heart aboon them a'," we have—
Contented wi' little, and cantie wi' mair.
For friendship rooted in the past, there is—
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
even if we credit antiquity with some of the verses.