Where is the coward that would not dare to fight for such a land as Scotland?
That day of wrath, that dreadful day. When heaven and earth shall pass away.
Look at a gown of gold, and you will at least get a sleeve of it.
No scene of mortal life but teems with mortal woe.
Teach you children poetry; it opens the mind, lends grace to wisdom and makes the heroic virtues hereditary.
Lightly from fair to fair he flew, And loved to plead, lament, and sue; Suit lightly won, and short-lived pain, For monarchs seldom sigh in vain.