Each Age Has Deemed The

Dear To Me Is My Bonnie White Steed; Oft Has He Helped Me At Pinch Of Need.

The Rose Is Fairest When 't Is Budding New, And Hope Is Brightest When It Dawns From Fears. The Rose Is Sweetest Wash'd With Morning Dew, And Love Is Loveliest When Embalm'd In Tears.

A Sinful Heart Makes Feeble Hand.

Blud's Thicker Than Water.

Where Is The Coward That Would Not Dare To Fight For Such A Land As Scotland?