"Other Romans shall arise, Heedless of a soldier's name; Sounds, not arms, shall win the prize, 24 Such the bard's prophetic words, She, with all a monarch's pride, Ruffians, pitiless as proud, Heaven awards the vengeance due; Empire is on us bestowed, Shame and ruin wait for you! 1782. 32 36 40 44 William Cowper. BONNY DUNDEE To the Lords of Convention 't was Claver'se who spoke, "Ere the King's crown shall fall there are crowns to be broke; So let each Cavalier who loves honour and me, Come follow the bonnet of Bonny Dundee.. Come fill up my cup, come fill, up my can, Come saddle your horses and call up your men; 1 Come open the West Port and let me gang free, And it's room for the bonnets of Bonny Dundee !", Dundee he is mounted, he rides up the street, The bells are rung backward, the drums they are beat; But the Provost, douce man, said, "Just e'en let him be, P The Gude Town is weel quit of that Deil of Dundee." 8 W 12 As he rode down the sanctified bends of the Bow, Ilk carline was flyting and shaking her pow; But the young plants of grace they looked couthie and slee, Thinking, luck to thy bonnet, thou Bonny Dundee ! With sour-featured Whigs the Grassmarket was crammed, 16 As if half the West had set tryst to be hanged; There was spite in each look, there was fear in each e'e, As they watched for the bonnets of Bonny Dundee. These cowls of Kilmarnock had spits and had spears, And lang-hafted gullies to kill Cavaliers'; 20 But they shrunk to close-heads and the cause way was free, At the toss of the bonnet of Bonny Dundee. 24 He spurred to the foot of the proud Castle rock, And with the gay Gordon he gallantly spoke; Let Mons Meg and her marrows speak twa words or three, For the love of the bonnet of Bonny Dundee." 28 The Gordon demands of him which way he goes "Where'er shall direct me the shade of Mon trose! Your Grace in short space shall hear tidings of me, Or that low lies the bonnet of Bonny Dundee. 32 "There are hills beyond Pentland and lands be yond Forth, If there's lords in the Lowlands, there's chiefs flash free, At a toss of the bonnet of Bonny Dundee. 36 40 "Away to the hills, to the caves, to the rocksEre I own an usurper, I'll couch with the fox; And tremble, false Whigs, in the midst of your glee, You have not seen the last of my bonnet and me! He waved his proud hand and the trumpets were blown, The kettle-drums clashed, and the horsemen rode on, Till on Ravelston's cliffs and on Clermiston's lee 44 Died away the wild war-notes of Bonny Dun dee. 48 Come fill up my cup, come fill up my can, men; Come open your gates and let me gae free, . For it's up with the bonnets of Bonny Dundee ! 1825. 1830. 52 Sir Walter Scott. THE SOLDIER'S DREAM OUR bugles sang truce,-for the night-cloud had lowered, And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky; And thousands had sunk on the ground overpowered, The weary to sleep, and the wounded to die. When reposing that night on my pallet of straw, By the wolf-scaring fagot that guarded the : slain; At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again. Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array, ' Far, far I had roamed on a desolate track: 8 |