Cauld blew the bitter-biting north Scarce rear'd above the parent-earth The flaunting flow'rs our gardens yield, 15 20 25 30 35 On life's rough ocean luckless starr'd! Of prudent lore, 40 Till billows rage, and gales blow hard, Such fate to suffering worth is giv'n, Who long with wants and woes has striv'n, By human pride or cunning driv'n To mis'ry's brink, Till wrench'd of ev'ry stay but Heav'n, He, ruin'd, sink! 45 Ev'n thou who mourn'st the Daisy's fate, Till crush'd beneath the furrow's weight, 50 5 10 BANNOCKBURN. ROBERT BRUCE'S ADDRESS TO HIS ARMY. TUNE"Hey tuttie tattie." SCOTS, wha hae wi' Wallace bled, Or to victorie. Now's the day, and now's the hour; See approach proud Edward's power- Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha for Scotland's King and law Let him on wi' me! By oppression's woes and pains! But they shall be free! Lay the proud usurpers low! Let us do, or die! Ј What tho' on hamely fare we dine, Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man for a' that. Their pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that; That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, 35 May bear the gree, and a' that. For a' that, and a' that, It's coming yet, for a' that, That man to man, the warld o'er, Shall brothers be for a' that. I0 musics It is an ancient Mariner, (And he stoppeth one of three. 66 By thy long grey beard and glittering eye, The bridegroom's doors are opened wide, The guests are met, the feast is stu: May'st hear the merry din." rre He holds him with his skinny hand, There was a ship," quoth he. Hold off! unhand me, grey-beard loon!" Eftsoons his hand dropt he. He holds him with his glittering eye- nd listens like a three years' child: The Wedding-Guest sat on a stone: 5 ΙΟ 15 20 |