Away on the patriarch mountains the sunset is burning, And huge floating cloudlets, begloried with crimson, Move silently o'er with a sleepy and peace-breathing motion.

They've got a new photocopier at work.

There were thirty-odd people in the room.

Maxwelton braes are bonnie Where early fa's the dew; An' it's there that Annie Laurie Gi'ed me her promise true.