There's also this one:

PREAB SAN OL
(Traditional)

Why spend your leisure bereft of pleasure
Amassing treasures, why scrape and save
Why look so canny at ev'ry penny
You'll take no money within the grave
Landlords and gentry with all their plenty
Must still go empty where're they're bound
So to my thinking we'd best be drinking
Our glasses clinking and round and round

King Solomon's glory so famed in story
Was far outshone by the lily's guise
But hard winds harden both field and garden
Pleading for pardon, the lily dies
Life's but a bauble of toil and trouble
The feathered arrow once shot ne'er found
So lads and lasses, because life passes
Come fill your glasses for another round

The huckster greedy, he blinds the needy
There strives unheeding, shouts: 'Money down'
His special vices, his fancy prices
For a florins' value he'll charge a crown
With hump for trammel, the scripture's camel
Missed the needle's eye and so came to ground
Why pine for riches, while still you've stitches
To hold your britches up?
Another round

And this one:

Our Glens
(Buff Hardie / George Donald)

I love Scotland's glens and whatever else we lose
Please leave us our glens, our glorious glens
Our mountains are grand, Ben Lomond, Ben Nevis too
You can have all these bens, but leave us our glens
Glenfiddich, Glenlivet, Glendronnach, Glen Grant
Can you do without them, if you must know I can't
Put a drop in a glass of Glen Spey or Glendrottar
It's a perfectly bearable way to drink water

I'd willingly lose our culture or most of it
For instance that mess called "Full Highland dress"
With the full ethnic bit, with haggis and Hogmanay
I'd gladly dispense, but leave us our glens
Glenfarclass, Glenlochy, Glengarioch, Glenfaul
I once knew a man who had sampled them all
Glenugie, Glenkinchie, Glenisla - that's plenty
He looked sixty-five, but in fact he was twenty

Take our Highland schottiche, our marches, strathspeys and reels
Take our old Scottish waltz, but leave us our malts
Remove, if you will, our ladies' conveniences
And our gentlemens', but leave us our glens
Glenturret, Glen Scotia and last week Glen Fyne
Was rare at Communion when they ran out of wine
Glenglassough, Glenlossie, Glendullan, Glenmorangie
I prefer them to Cointreau, which I find too orangie

Oh, breathes there a Scot, whose views on priorities
When laid on the line, are different from mine
Take our jobs take our homes take anything else you will
Wife, family and friends.. but leave us our glens
Glenfiddich, Glenlivet, Glendronnach, Glen Grant
Can you do without them, if you must know I can't
Put a drop in a glass of Glen Spey or Glendrottar
It's a perfectly bearable way to drink water