My foot is on my native heath, and my name is MacGregor.
He is the best sailor who can steer within fewest points of the wind, and exact a motive power out of the greatest obstacles.
Mellow nuts have the hardest rind.
To all, to each, a fair good-night, and pleasing dreams, and slumbers light.
Respect was mingled with surprise, And the stern joy which warriors feel In foemen worthy of their steel.
Many miles away there's a shadow on the door of a cottage on the Shore of a dark Scottish lake.