For Love Is Heaven And Heaven Is

Threatened Folk Live Long.

Mellow Nuts Have The Hardest Rind.

My Foot Is On My Native Heath, And My Name Is Macgregor.

The Way Was Long, The Wind Was Cold, The Minstrel Was Infirm And Old; His Withered Cheek, And Tresses Gray, Seemed To Have Know A Better Day.

Adversity Is, To Me At Least, A Tonic And A Bracer.