.Of our ancestors, brave true ancient Scots,
Whose glorious shields knew no bars no blots;
But blood untained circled every vein,
And every thing ignoble did disdain.
In the fifteenth century a poet was born,
He could never see the light from outside his eyes,
All he need.
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