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My foot is on my native heath, and my name is MacGregor.
My foot is on my native heath, and my name is MacGregor.
Our country is wherever we are well off.
[Lat., Patria est, ubicunque est bene.]
Our country is wherever we are well off.
[Lat., Patria est, ubicunque est bene.]
Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee,
Our hearts, our hopes, our prayers, our tears,
Our read more
Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee,
Our hearts, our hopes, our prayers, our tears,
Our faith triumphant o'er our fears,
Are all with thee,--are all with thee!
What exile from his country is able to escape from himself?
[Lat., Patriae quis exul se quoque fugit.]
What exile from his country is able to escape from himself?
[Lat., Patriae quis exul se quoque fugit.]
Who dare to love their country, and be poor.
Who dare to love their country, and be poor.
And nobler is a limited command,
Given by the love of all your native land,
Than a read more
And nobler is a limited command,
Given by the love of all your native land,
Than a successive title, long and dark,
Drawn from the mouldy rolls of Noah's Ark.
There ought to be system of manners in every nation which a
well-formed mind would be disposed to relish. read more
There ought to be system of manners in every nation which a
well-formed mind would be disposed to relish. To make us love
our country, our country ought to be lovely.
The infant, on opening his eyes, ought to see his country, and to
the hour of his death never read more
The infant, on opening his eyes, ought to see his country, and to
the hour of his death never lose sight of it.
[Fr., Un enfant en ouvrant ses yeux doit voir la patrie, et
jusqu'a la mort ne voir qu'elle.]
Breathes there the man with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,
This is my read more
Breathes there the man with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,
This is my own, my native land!
Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd,
As home his footsteps he hath turn'd,
From wandering on a foreign strand!
