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May the Forest still flourish, both Borough and LandThen up with the Banner, let forest winds fan her,
ward, She has blazed over Ettrick eight ages and more ;
From the hall of the peer to the herd's ingle-nook ; In sport we 'll attend her, in battle defend her, And huzza! my brave hearts, for BUCCLBUGH and his With heart and with hand, like our fathers before.
For the King and the Country, the Clan and the Duke!
At the glance of her crescents he paused and withdrew, Then up with the Banner, let forest winds fan her,
With heart and with hand, like our fathers before.
A stripling's weak hand to our revel has borne her,
No mail-glove has grasp'd her, no spearmen surround;
with the Banner, etc.
TO MONSIEUR ALEXANDRE.
We forget each contention of civil dissension, Of yore, in old England, it was not thought good
And hail like our brethren, Home, Douglas, and Car; To carry two visages under one bood;
That from under one hood you last night show'd us twenty?
Stand forth, arch deceiver! and tell us, in truth,
Are you handsome or ugly? in age, or in youth ? Then strip, lads, and to it, though sharp be the weather, Man, woman, or child ? or a dog, or a mouse?
And if, by mischance, you should happen to fall, Or are you, at once, each live thing in the house? There are worse things in life than a tumble on heather, Each live thing did I ask ? each dead implement too! And life is itself but a game at foot-ball.
A work-shop in your person-saw, chisel, and screw? Then up with the Banner, etc.
Above all, are you one individual ? I know
You must be, at the least, Alexandre and Co.
To each laird and cach lady that witness'd our fun, And that I, as the sheriff, must take up the job,
Abbotsford, 23d April, 1824.