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burrers qapisnu jom gog 299 o pes pue 133 1 Bonail', or Bonallez, the old Scoutish phrase for a bette Acadia, or Nova Scotia.
But far more sadly sweet, on foreign strand,
In danger undaunted, unwearied by toil,
Awake in thy chamber, thou sweet southlapd gale!
Chief, thy wild tales, romantic Caledon,
Be his pilot experienced, and trusty, and wise,
OF THE PRECEDING SONG.
Are such keen feelings to the crowd confined,
So sung the old Bard, in the grief of his heart,
From the far southland border a minstrel came forth,
FAREWELL TO MACKENZIE,
FROM THE GARLIC.
And shalt thou then sleep, did the minstrel exclaim,
The original verses are arranged to a beautiful Gaelic In vain, the bright course of thy talents to wrong, air, of which the chorus is adapted to the double pull Fate deaden'd thine ear and imprison'd thy tongue , upon the oars of a galley, and which is therefore dis- For brighter o'cr all her obstructions arose tinct from the ordinary jorrams, or boat-songs. They The glow of the genius they could not oppose ; were composed by the family bard upon the departure And who in the land of the Saxon or Gael, of the Earl of Seaforth, who was obliged to take refuge Might match with Mackenzie, High Chief of Kintalo in Spain, after an unsuccessful effort at insurrection in favour of the Stuart family, in the year 1718.
Thy sons rose around thee in light and in love,
| All a father could hope, all a friend could approve; FAREWELL to Mackenneth, great Earl of the North,
What 'vails it the tale of thy sorrows to tell, The Lord of Lochcarron, Glensheil, and Seaforth;
In the spring-time of youth and of promise they f«l!! To the chieftain this morning his course who began,
Of the line of Fitzgerald remains not a male, Launching forth on the billows his bark like a swan.
To bear the proud name of the Chief of Kintail. For a far foreign land he has hoisted his sail, Farewell to Mackenzie, High Chief of kintail!
And thou, geatle dame, who must bear to thy gricl. O swift be the galley, and hardy her crew,
For thy clan and thy country, the cares of 2 chief, May her captain be skilful, her mariners true,
parting with a friend.
Though thus be dealt in petty treason,
He loved them both in equal measure; Fidelity was born of Reason,
And Folly brought to bed of Pleasure.
They owed the conquest to his arm,
And then his liege-lord said, « The heart that has for honour beat,
By bliss must be repaid, -
Shall be a wedded pair,
She fairest of the fair.>>
Before Saint Mary's shrine,
If hearts and hands combine; And every lord and lady bright,
That were in chapel there, Cried, « Honour'd be the bravest knight,
Beloved the fairest fair !»
When the brave on Marengo lay slaughter'd ia rain, And, beholding broad Europe bowd down by her foeder,
Purt closed in his anguish the map of her reign! Not the fate of broad Europe could beod his brave spirit!
To take for his country the safety of shame; O then in her triumph remember his merit,
And hallow the goblet that flows to his name.
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 'Ul attend her, in battle defend her, And huzza ! my brave hearts, for BUCCLEUGI and his With heart and with hand, like our fathers before.
For the King and the Country, the Clan and the Duke! When the southern invader spread waste and disorder,
At the glance of her crescents he paused and withdrew, Then up with the Banner, let forest winds fan her, For around them were marshall’d the pride of the Border, She has blazed over Ettrick eight ages and more; The Flowers of the Forest, the Bands of BUCCLEUGH. In sport we 'll attend her, in battle defend her, Then up with the Banner, etc.
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;
TO MONSIEUR ALEXANDRE.
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 hood; | And Elliot and Pringle in pastime shall mingle, What should folks say to you, who have faces such plenty, As welcome in peace as their fathers in war. That from under one hood you last night show'd us twenty? Then up with the Banner, etc.
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. And when it is over, we 'll drink a blithe measure But I think you 're a troop-an assemblage-a mob
To each laird and each lady that witness'd our fun, And that I, as the sberiff, must take up the job, And to every blithe heart that took part in our pleasure, And, instead of rehearsing your wonders in verse, To the lads that have lost and the lads that have won. Must read you the riot-act, and bid you disperse! Then up with the Banner, etc.
Abbotsford, 23d April, 1824.