Sir Walter Scott

And honeysuckle loved to crawl
Up the low crag and ruin'd wall.

And honeysuckle loved to crawl
Up the low crag and ruin'd wall.

O Caledonia! stern and wild,
Meet nurse for a poetic child!
Land of brown heath and shaggy read more

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,
Land of my sires! what mortal hand
Can e'er untie the filial band,
That knits me to thy rugged strand!

A coward calls himself cautious, a miser thrifty.

A coward calls himself cautious, a miser thrifty.

Vengeance to God alone belongs;
But, when I think of all my wrongs
My blood is liquid read more

Vengeance to God alone belongs;
But, when I think of all my wrongs
My blood is liquid flame!

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.