William Edmondstoune Aytoun

"Give me but one hour of SCOTLAND, Let me see it ere I die."

"There is yet one place of shelter, Where the foeman cannot come, Where the summons never sounded Of the trumpet or the drum. There again we'll meet our children, Who, on Flodden's trampled sod, For their king and for their country Rendered up their souls to God. There shall we find rest and refuge, With our dear departed brave; And the ashes of the city Be our universal grave!"

"Fhairshon had a son, Who married Noah's daughter, And nearly spoiled ta Flood, By drinking up the water. Which he would have done, I at least pelieve it, Had the mixture been Only half Glenlivet."