Each age has deemed the new-born year the fittest time for festal cheer.

Where, where was Roderick then? One blast upon his bugle horn Were worth a thousand men.

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

Success - keeping your mind awake and your desire asleep.

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

O woman! in our hours of ease Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou!

Saint George and the Dragon!-Bonny Saint George for Merry England!-The castle is won!