The lightly-jumping, glowrin' trouts, That thro' my waters play.

The snowdrop and primrose our woodlands adorn, and violets bathe in the wet o' the morn.

By Oppression's woes and pains! By your sons in servile chains! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free! Lay the proud usurpers low! Tyrants fall in every foe! Liberty's in every blow! Let us do or die!

My Son, these maxims make a rule An lump them ay thegither: The Rigid Righteous is a fool, The Rigid Wise anither.

My heart 's in the Highlands, my heart is not here; My heart 's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer.

Firmness in enduring and exertion is a character I always wish to possess. I have always despised the whining yelp of complaint and cowardly resolve.

The fear o' hell's a hangman's whip To haud the wretch in order; But where ye feel your honour grip, Let that aye be your border.