Soldier, rest! Thy warfare o'er.

Dear to me is my bonnie white steed; Oft has he helped me at pinch of need.

A glass of good wine is a gracious creature, and reconciles poor mortality to itself and that is what few things can do.

We often praise the evening clouds, And tints so gay and bold, But seldom think upon our God, Who tinged these clouds with gold.

In that pleasant district of merry England which is watered by the river Don, there extended in ancient times a large forest, covering the greater part of the beautiful hills and valleys which lie between Sheffield and the pleasant town of Doncaster.

Just at the age 'twixt boy and youth, When thought is speech, and speech is truth.

Where is the coward that would not dare to fight for such a land as Scotland?