Will ye gang tae the hielands, Leezie Lindsay? Will ye gang tae the hielands wi’ me? Will ye gand tae the hielands, Leezie Lindsay, My bride and my darlin’ tae be? Tae gang tae the hielands wi’ you, sir Would bring the sault tear tae my e’e, Aye, at leavin’ the gree glens and woodlands
Crimson flashes by. The word for the bird can’t quite catch up in my mind.
“I never in the least mind what people do so long as they don’t do it in the street and frighten the horses.” – Helen Maud Tree, wife of theater impresario Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree
Happily Ever After A month after the wedding, King Gunther asked his daughter, Princess Leni, how she was getting along with her husband, Frog Prince Rana. “Oh, Papa, he’s wonderful!” she said. “He does go ‘ribbit’ from time to time, and the way he flips out his tongue to catch flies is a little startling,
We hold these truths to be self – evident: That all men except our black slaves are created equal, All women are not quite as equal as men, And all Indians are primitive savages.