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,