I was too caught up in the dance,That I almost missed my chance.I nearly skipped a beat,Trying to compete.I know right now she is the one for you,But if only my heart would believe it was true.
We're walking in the rain,laughing as though we've never felt pain.Our eyes gleaming,with a sense of freedom.Our hearts and minds,are finally free to wonder.
To wake the soul by tender strokes of art,To raise the genius, and to mend the heart;To make mankind, in conscious virtue bold,Live o'er each scene, and be what they behold:For this the tragic Muse first trod the stage,Commanding tears to stream through every age;Tyrants no more their savage nature kept,And foes to virtue wonder'd how they wept.Our author shuns by vulgar springs to moveThe hero's glory, or the virgin's love;In pitying love, we but our weakness show,And wild ambition well deserves its woe.Here tears shall flow from a more generous cause,
'Twas on a Holy Thursday, their innocent faces clean,Came children walking two and two, in read, and blue, and green:Grey-headed beadles walked before, with wands as white as snow,Till into the high dome of Paul's they like Thames waters flow.Oh what a multitude they seemed, these flowers of London town!Seated in companies they sit, with radiance all their own.The hum of multitudes was there, but multitudes of lambs,Thousands of little boys and girls raising their innocent hands.Now like a mighty wild they raise to heaven the voice of song,Or like harmonious thunderings the seats of heaven among:Beneath them sit the aged man, wise guardians of the poor.
March, march, Ettrick and Teviotdale,Why the deil dinna ye march forward in order!March, march, Eskdale and Liddesdale,All the Blue Bonnets are bound for the Border.Many a banner spread,Flutters above your head,Many a crest that is famous in story.Mount and make ready then,Sons of the mountain glen,Fight for the Queen and our old Scottish glory.Come from the hills where your hirsels are grazing,Come from the glen of the buck and the roe;Come to the crag where the beacon is blazing,Come with the buckler, the lance, and the bow.Trumpets are sounding,War-steeds are bounding,