Sir Walter Scott

Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife!
To all the sensual world proclaim,
One crowded hour of read more

Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife!
To all the sensual world proclaim,
One crowded hour of glorious life
Is worth an age without a name.

Extreme remedies are never the first to be resorted to.

Extreme remedies are never the first to be resorted to.

Ah, County Guy, the hour is nigh,
The sun has left the lea,
The orange flower perfumes read more

Ah, County Guy, the hour is nigh,
The sun has left the lea,
The orange flower perfumes the bower,
The breeze is on the sea.

He who repents of his fault is almost guiltless.

He who repents of his fault is almost guiltless.

My foot is on my native heath, and my name is MacGregor.

My foot is on my native heath, and my name is MacGregor.