Then hush thee, my darling, take rest while you may, For strife comes with manhood, and waking with day.

O Caledonia! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood; Land of the mountain and the flood!

In prosperous times I have sometimes felt my fancy and powers of language flag, but adversity is to me at least a tonic and bracer.

Tears are the softening showers which cause the seed of heaven to spring up in the human heart.

But woe awaits a country when She sees the tears of bearded men.

I will tear this folly from my heart, though every fibre bleed as I rend it away!

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