Poor Savage compared a lost friend to the eye
Poor Joe the miller lov'd good ale
Pale faces stand by
Pat fell sick upon a time
Roy's wife of Aldivalloch
See Decatur, our hero, returns to the West
Should auld acquaintance be forgot, (Lafayette)
Scots wha hae wi' Wallace bled
Strike up! strike up! Scottish minstrels
Sound Pibroch sound, on each flame-litghed scaur
Silent, Oh Moyle, be the roar of thy water
Swift from the covert the merry pack fled
Stand to your guns my hearts of oak
Sound the alarm! the foe is come
See our oars with feather'd spray