What A Strange Scene If The Surge

Profan'd The God-given Strength, And Marr'd The Lofty Line.

As Long As The Fates Permit, Live Cheerfully.

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.

...crystal And Hearts Would Lose All Their Merit In The World If It Were Not For Their Fragility.

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