And like an eagle o'er his aery towers, Lewis. There end thy brave, and turn thy face in peace; We grant thou canst outscold us; fare thee well; Strike up the drums; and let the tongue of war Plead for our interest and our being here, Bastard. Indeed, your drums, being beaten, will cry out; And so shall you, being beaten: do but start An echo with the clamour of thy drum, And even at hand a drum is ready braced And mock the deep mouth'd thunder: for at hand, Whom he hath used rather for sport than need, THE FRENCH AT ST. EDMUNDSBURY Is warlike John; and in his forehead sits BRUCE TO HIS MEN AT BANNOCKBURN June 24, 1314 A.D. Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled; Now's the day, and now's the hour; See approach proud Edward's pow'r- Wha will be a traitor-knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave ? Wha for Scotland's king and law Freeman stand, or freeman fa', Let him follow me! BRUCE TO HIS MEN AT BANNOCKBURN By oppression's woes and pains, Lay the proud usurpers low! Robert Burns. THE SONG OF THE BOW What of the bow? The bow was made in England: Of true wood, of yew wood, The wood of English bows; For men who are free Love the old yew-tree, And the land where the yew-tree grows. What of the cord? The cord was made in England: A rough cord, a tough cord, A cord that bowmen love; And so we will sing Of the hempen string, And the land where the cord was wove. What of the shaft? The shaft was cut in England: A long shaft, a strong shaft, Barbed and trim and true; So we'll drink all together To the grey goose feather, And the land where the grey goose flew. |