Fhairshon had a son, Who married Noah's daughter, And nearly spoil'd to Flood, By trinking up ta water: Which he would have done, I at least believe it, Had ta mixture peen Only half Glenlivet.
Give me but one hour of Scotland, Let me see it ere I die. - William Edmondstoune Aytoun
Give me but one hour of Scotland, Let me see it ere I die.
- William Edmondstoune Aytoun
The earth is all the home I have, the heavens my wide roof-tree - William Edmondstoune Aytoun
The earth is all the home I have, the heavens my wide roof-tree
Fhairshon had a son, Who married Noah's daughter, And nearly spoil'd to Flood, By trinking up ta water: Which he would have done, I at least bel… - William Edmondstoune Aytoun
Fhairshon had a son, Who married Noah's daughter, And nearly spoil'd to Flood, By trinking up ta water: Which he would have done, I at least bel…
Fhairshon swore a feud Against the clan M,Tavish; Marched into their land To murder and to rafish; For he did resolve To extirpate the vipers, With f… - William Edmondstoune Aytoun
Fhairshon swore a feud Against the clan M,Tavish; Marched into their land To murder and to rafish; For he did resolve To extirpate the vipers, With f…
They bore within their breasts the grief That fame can never heal- That deep, unutterable woe Which none save exiles feel. - William Edmondstoune Aytoun
They bore within their breasts the grief That fame can never heal- That deep, unutterable woe Which none save exiles feel.
Nowhere beats the heart so kindly as beneath the tartan plaid! - William Edmondstoune Aytoun
Nowhere beats the heart so kindly as beneath the tartan plaid!
He is coming! He is coming! Like a bridegroom from his room, Came the hero from his prison To the scaffold and the doom. - William Edmondstoune Aytoun
He is coming! He is coming! Like a bridegroom from his room, Came the hero from his prison To the scaffold and the doom.
Do not lift him from the bracken, Leave him lying where he fell- Better bier ye cannot fashion: None beseems him half so well As the bare and broken … - William Edmondstoune Aytoun
Do not lift him from the bracken, Leave him lying where he fell- Better bier ye cannot fashion: None beseems him half so well As the bare and broken …
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