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Here daily I wander to sigii on the steep ;
My country, they said—but they told me a lie Her vallies were barren, inclement her sky; Even now in the glens, 'mong her mountains so
blue, The primrose and daisy are blooming in dew. How could she expel from those mountains of
health The clans who maintain'd them in danger and
death! Who ever were ready the broad-sword to draw In defence of her honour, her freedom, and law.
“We stood by our Stuart, till one fatal blow
gratitude ! where did'st thou linger the while ?
Now wha is yon comes o'er the knowe,
Sae stalwart an' sae brawny ?
Bespeak some Highland Sawny,
Wi' taunt or jibe uncivil ;
I'd rather see the devi..
“Now wha are ye wi' tartan trews ?
Or whare hae ye been reaving ?
In England ye've been thieving."
Te whisky mak you trunken; But when I'm in the Athol glen,
Te ca' me 'onest Duncan."
“An honest man in Athol glen!
We fear there's ne'er anither. Nae wonder ye're sae larik an' lean,
Where a’ are knaves thegither." “Hu, shay, Cot damn, say tat akain.
Of her you might pe speakin'; But try misca' my countrymen,
I'll smash you like a breaken.”
From words, the blows began to pass ;
Stout Duncan sair laid on 'em ;
Wi' a' his faes aboon him.
An' bellow'd aiths right awfu':
An' threaten'd things unlawfu'.
Then he ran here, an' he ran there,
The Highland durk sae fley'd'em;
An' ane by ane repaid 'em.
Soon taught them wha they strove wi';
To Scotland for a trophy.
“Now, you at nakit doups may laugh,
An' ye'll get some to join ye ;
At tough auld Caledony.
Will join you like a brither;
She a tak low thegither."
PRINCE OWEN AND THE SEER.
To an old Welsh Air.
“O say, mighty Owen, why beams thy bright
And why shakes thy plume, when the winds
are so still ? What means the loud blast of the bugle so nigh?
And the wild warlike music I hear on the hill ?” “We are free, thou old Seer; the Britons are
free! Our foes have all fallen, or shrunk from our
view; And free as the bird of the mountain are we, The roe of the forest, or fish of the sea.
My country! my brethren! my joy is for you, My country! my brethren! my country! my
brethren! My country! my brethren! my joy is for you."
“Brave Owen! my old heart is fired by thine !
My dim eyes they glisten like tears of the morn. Thy valour us guarded; thy wisdom us warded
The danger that threaten'd to lay us forlorn. And when you and I have sunk into our graves ! When ages o'er ages, Time's standard shall
When the bards have forgot o'er our ashes to
weep; When they scarcely can point out the place where
we sleep : That freedom shall flourish we've purchas'd so
That freedom shall flourish, &c.
" The Arm that created our shores and our glens,
Design'd they unconquer'd should ever remain; That Power, who inspir'd the hearts of our clans, Design'd them, inviolate, their rights to main
tain. Our castle, the mountain; our bulwark, the wave;
The courage and jealousy, buckler and shield; We'll laugh at the force of the world combin'd, And oppression shall fly like the cloud in the wind.
But the isles and the ocean to Britain must yield; The isles and the ocean; the isles and the ocean, The isles and the ocean to Britons must yield.'
"WERE ye at Drummossie moor,
Bonny laddie, Highland laddie?
Bonny laddie, Highland laddie ?”