Threatened Folk Live Long.

Hurry No Man's Cattle; You May Come To Own A Donkey Yourself

Silence, Maiden; Thy Tongue Outruns Thy Discretion.

Where Is The Coward That Would Not Dare To Fight For Such A Land As Scotland?

Each Must Drain His Share Of Pleasure, Share Of Pain.

No Scene Of Mortal Life But Teems With Mortal Woe.