Every Hour Has Its End.

I Will Tear This Folly From My Heart, Though Every Fibre Bleed As I Rend It Away!

Stood For His Country's Glory Fast, And Nailed Her Colors To The Mast!

Loud O'er My Head Though Awful Thunders Roll, And Vivid Lightnings Flash From Pole To Pole, Yet 'tis Thy Voice, My God, That Bids Them Fly, Thy Arm Directs Those Lightnings Through The Sky. Then Let The Good Thy Mighty Name Revere, And Hardened Sinners Thy Just Vengeance Fear.

I Was Born A Scotsman And A Bare One. Therefore I Was Born To Fight My Way In The World.

Recollect That The Almighty, Who Gave The Dog To Be Companion Of Our Pleasures And Our Toils, Hath Invested Him With A Nature Noble And Incapable Of Deceit.