Emotions and Feelings

Ah, where will I find Flowers, come winter, And where the sunshine And shade of the earth? Walls stand cold And speechless, in the wind The weathervanes creak. 1

In durance vile here must I wake and weep, And all my frowsy couch in sorrow steep.

Scots wha hae wi’ Wallace bled, Scots wham Bruce has aften led, Welcome to your gory bed Now’s the day, and now’s the hour; See the front o’ battle lour! See approach proud Edward’s power—

Some hae meat and canna eat, And some wad eat that want it; But we hae meat, and we can eat, And sae the Lord be thankit.

O Mary, at thy window be! It is the wish’d, the trysted hour.

The golden hours on angel wings Flew o’er me and my dearie; For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary.

As Tammie glow’red, amazed, and curious, The mirth and fun grew fast and furious.

Inspiring bold John Barleycorn! What dangers thou canst make us scorn! Wi’ tippenny, we fear nae evil; Wi’ usquebae, we’ll face the devil!

His ancient, trusty, drouthy crony; Tam lo’ed him like a vera brither— They had been fou for weeks thegither.

Whare sits our sulky, sullen dame, Gathering her brows like gathering storm, Nursing her wrath to keep it warm.

For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet For auld lang syne!

For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet For auld lang syne!

Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to min’? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And days o’ auld lang syne?

Ae fond kiss, and then we sever; Ae farewell and then forever!

But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love forever. Had we never lov’d sae kindly, Had we never lov’d sae blindly, Never met—or never parted— We had ne’er been brokenhearted.

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! Thou’ll break my heart, thou warbling bird, That wantons thro’ the flowering thorn! Thou minds me o’ departed joys, Departed never to return.

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! Thou’ll break my heart, thou warbling bird, That wantons thro’ the flowering thorn! Thou minds me o’ departed joys, Departed never to return.

Chords that vibrate sweetest pleasure Thrill the deepest notes of woe.

Chords that vibrate sweetest pleasure Thrill the deepest notes of woe.

Contented wi’ little and cantie wi’ mair.

Contented wi’ little and cantie wi’ mair.

I waive the quantum o’ the sin, The hazard of concealing: But, och! it hardens a’ within, And petrifies the feeling!

Nature’s law, That man was made to mourn.

Man’s inhumanity to man. Makes countless thousands mourn!