Commend me to sterling honesty though clad in rags.
What I have to say is far more important than how long my eyelashes are.
Still are the thoughts to memory dear.
A mother's pride, a father's joy.
He turn'd his charger as he spake, Upon the river shore, He gave his bridle reins a shake, Said, "Adieu for evermore, my love, And adieu for evermore."
I was born a Scotsman and a bare one. Therefore I was born to fight my way in the world.