Your glorious standard launch again And sweep through the deep, The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave! For the deck it was their field of fame, Britannia needs no bulwark, No towers along the steep; Her march is o'er the mountain waves, Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak, She quells the floods below, As they roar on the shore, When the stormy winds do blow; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow. The meteor flag of England Till danger's troubled night depart Then, then, ye ocean-warriors! Our song and feast shall flow To the fame of your name, When the storm has ceased to blow; When the fiery fight is heard no more, T. Campbell. CCLXI. WHA'LL BE KING BUT CHARLIE? THE news frae Moidart cam' yestreen Will soon gar mony ferlie; For ships o' war hae just come in And landit Royal Charlie. Come through the heather, around him gather, Ye're a' th' welcomer early; Around him cling wi' a' your kin, For wha'll be King but Charlie? Come through the heather, around him gather, Come Ronald, come Donald, com a' thegither, And crown your rightfu' lawfu' King, For wha'll be King but Charlie? The Hieland clans, wi' sword in hand, Come through the heather, etc. And spier ye wha but Charlie ? Come through the heather, etc. There's nae a lass in a' the lan' But vows faith late an' early, Wha wadna fecht for Charlie. Come through the heather, etc. Then here's a health to Charlie's cause, His very name our hearts' blood warms, Come through the heather, etc. Lady Nairn. CCLXII. A BOY'S SONG. WHERE the pools are bright and deep Where the grey trout lies asleep, Up the river and o'er the lea, That's the way for Billy and me. Where the blackbird sings the latest, Where the hawthorn blooms the sweetest, Where the nestlings chirp and flee, That's the way for Billy and me. Where the mowers mow the cleanest, Where the hazel bank is steepest, Why the boys should drive away But this I know, I love to play, Shall be a "Ez a webomer ently; SONG FR HAD I a heart I ne'er coul For though y To you no so And lovers For when th Another v They'll bid Fur wide King but Charlie? Come rage the heather, around him gather, 200 g lawn King, Fame Tate & Cirants to Airlie, & mat decreed to stand, aw. Juma' Charlie E Jet the heather, etc. The bath great and sma', Wayne and land, he Sine serye wha but Charlie? Come through the heather, etc. And act a the heather, etc e's a health to Charlie's cause, 't complete an' early, name our hearts' blood warms, as for Royal Charlie! e through the heather, etc. Lady Nairn. CCLXII. A BOY'S SONG. the pools are bright and deep he way for Billy and me. the blackbird sings the latest, the hawthorn blooms the sweetest, the nestlings chirp and flee, the way for Billy and me. the mowers mow the cleanest, to trace the homeward bee, e the hazel bank is steepest, e the shadow falls the deepest, the boys should drive away this I know, I love to play, |