Brussius hostem Trivit, et ex illo victor ubique fuit. Te prope vitales puer hausi luminis auras, Te prope, iam canis obsitus, opto mori. I love most, your given name Comes from your river, baptizing you with hands-on waves. The pure Don freshens up your face Daily, with Ury and Garioch. Show me her temples and columns.
Rowan trees flare up.
They should be laurels. Nearby, that no-hoper Robert the Bruce Turned himself round, then won everywhere. Over there, the strong right arm of Stewart Smashed clans in 1411, Reddening the battle-clay at Harlaw. I am proud to have been born A stone's throw from here, to have breathed Excitedly first in this place. When my time comes, I know I want To see Inverurie and die.