"My arm it is my country's right,
My heart is in my lady's bower;
Resolved for love and fame to fight,
I come, a gallant Troubadour."

Even when the battle-roar was deep,
With dauntless heart he hew'd his way,
'Mid splintering lance and falchion-sweep,
And still was heard his warrior-lay:
"My life it is my country's right,
My heart is in my lady's bower;
For love to die, for fame to fight,
Becomes the valiant Troubadour."

Alas! upon the bloody field

He fell beneath the foeman's glaive, But still reclining on his shield,

Expiring sung the exulting stave:— "My life it is my country's right,

My heart is in my lady's bower; For love and fame to fall in fight Becomes the valiant Troubadour."

From the French.'

1815.

Ir chanced that Cupid on a season,
By Fancy urged, resolved to wed,
But could not settle whether Reason
Or Folly should partake his bed.
What does he then-Upon my life,
"Twas bad example for a deity—
He takes me Reason for a wife,

And Folly for his hours of gayety.

Though thus he dealt in petty treason, He loved them both in equal measure; Fidelity was born of Reason,

And Folly brought to bed of Pleasure.

Song,

ON THE LIFTING OF THE BANNER OF THE HOUSE OF BUCCLEUCH, AT A GREAT FOOT-BALL MATCH ON CARTERHAUGH.2

1815.

FROM the brown crest of Newark its summons extending,

Our signal is waving in smoke and in flame;

1 This trifle also is from the French Collection, found at Waterloo. See Paul's Letters.

2 This song appears with Music in Mr. G. Thomson's Collection-1826. The foot-ball match on which it was written