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Well fought the Southern in the fray,
Against an hundred foes.
Fresh combatants pour in;
And ward on ward they win.
And fearful was the din!
Nor sunk the fearful cry,
On Ronald's broadsword stream'd his gore.
Who, by the foemen backward borne,
And cut the cable loose.
If Lorn encounter'd Bruce l. .
The rugged vaults replied; ..
Of silver, waving wide!
The Bruce hath won his father's hall! - Welcome, brave friends and comrades all,
Welcome to mirth and joy! į is vos The first, the last, is welcome here,'; 7: From lord and chieftain, prince and peer,
To this poor speechless boy. ' '!'. Great God! once morė my sire's abode Is mine-behold the floor I trode ...1,..
In tottering infancy!.. Sendo.vn And there the vaulted arch, whose sound Echoed my joyous shout and bound ....." In boyhood, and that rung around usta?
• To youth's unthinking glee !! !! O first, to thee, all-gracious Heaven, Then to my friends, my thanks be given !" He paused a space, his brów he cross d . Then on the board his sword he toss’d,
Yet steamiing hot; with Southern gore
.:XXXIV. Linds “ Bring here,” he said, so the mazers four; My noble fathers loved of yore. Thrice let them circle round the board, ." The pledge, fair Scotland's rights restored ! And he whose lip shall touch the wine,'. Without a vow as true as mine, .. To hold both lands and life at nought, Until her freedom shall be bought Be brand of a disloyal Scot, And lasting infamy his lot! Sit, gentle friends! our hour of glee Is brief, we'll spend it joyously! Blithest of all the sun's bright beams, When betwixt storm and storm he gleams. Well is our country's work begun, But more, far more, must yet be done !
Speed messengers the country through;
END OF CANTO FIFTH.