Maxioms by Unattributed Author
The Natural Clock-work by the might One
Wound up at first, and ever since have gone.
The Natural Clock-work by the might One
Wound up at first, and ever since have gone.
Labour in vain; or coals to Newcastle.
Labour in vain; or coals to Newcastle.
To shoot at crows is powder flung away.
To shoot at crows is powder flung away.
And I wish his soul in heaven may dwell,
Who first invented this leathern bottel!
And I wish his soul in heaven may dwell,
Who first invented this leathern bottel!
From the lone shielding on the misty island
Mountains divide us, and the waste of seas--
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From the lone shielding on the misty island
Mountains divide us, and the waste of seas--
But still the blood is strong, the heart is Highland,
And we in dreams behold the Hebrides.