Sir Walter Scott

'Tis an old tale, and often told;
But did my fate and wish agree,
Ne'er had been read more

'Tis an old tale, and often told;
But did my fate and wish agree,
Ne'er had been read, in story old,
Of maiden true betray'd for gold,
That loved, or was avenged, like me!

He who asks with timidity invites a refusal.

He who asks with timidity invites a refusal.

My foot is on my native heath, and my name is MacGregor.

My foot is on my native heath, and my name is MacGregor.

Loud o'er my head though awful thunders roll,
And vivid lightnings flash from pole to pole,
Yet read more

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.

There are as good fish in the sea as ever came out of it.

There are as good fish in the sea as ever came out of it.