Bonny Lesley.

Ye banks and braes o' bonny Doon,

How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair?

How can ye chant, ye little birds,

And I sae weary fu' o' care?

The Banks of Doon.

Chords that vibrate sweetest pleasure

Thrill the deepest notes of woe.

Sweet Sensibility.

The rank is but the guinea's stamp,