Sir Walter Scott

Scared out of his seven senses.

Scared out of his seven senses.

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

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

Delightful praise!--like summer rose,
That brighter in the dew-drop glows,
The bashful maiden's cheek appear'd,
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Delightful praise!--like summer rose,
That brighter in the dew-drop glows,
The bashful maiden's cheek appear'd,
For Douglas spoke, and Malcolm heard.

Let him who has granted a favour speak not of it; let him who has
received one, proclaim it.

Let him who has granted a favour speak not of it; let him who has
received one, proclaim it.

Like the dew on the mountain,
Like the foam on the river,
Like the bubble on the read more

Like the dew on the mountain,
Like the foam on the river,
Like the bubble on the fountain,
Thou are gone, and for ever!