And his feet, to death that went, O'er the last of the Stuart line. WHA'LL BE KING BUT CHARLIE? LADY NAIRN PRINCE CHARLES had landed at Moidart, a bay on the west coast of Invernesshire, where he hoped to find support among the Highland clans. When counselled to abandon the desperate enterprise, he replied, "I am come home and I will not return to France, for I am persuaded that my faithful Highlanders will stand by me." The song speaks the genuine devotion of the Celts, who made up the bulk of the army with which the Prince invaded England. The news frae Moidart cam' yestreen, Will soon gar mony ferlie;1 For ships o' war hae just come in And landit Royal Charlie. Come thro' the heather, around him gather, Around him cling wi' a' your kin; For wha'll be King but Charlie ? For wha'll be King but Charlie ? The Hieland clans, wi' sword in hand, 1 make many wonder. Come thro' the heather, around him gather, Around him cling wi' a' your kin; For wha'll be King but Charlie ? Come thro' the heather, around him gather, The Lowlands a', baith great and sma', Come thro' the heather, around him gather, Around him cling wi' a' your kin; For wha'll be King but Charlie ? There's ne'er a lass in a' the lan', Come thro' the heather, around him gather, Around him cling wi' a' your kin; For wha'll be King but Charlie ? Come thro' the heather, around him gather, For wha'll be King but Charlie ? Then here's a health to Charlie's cause, His very name our heart's blood warms; Come thro' the heather, around him gather, For wha'll be King but Charlie? LAMENT FOR CULLODEN ROBERT BURNS THERE was terrible slaughter at Culloden. After the battle, the Highlanders lay in heaps upon the ground. Prince Charles was horrorstruck by the sight of the carnage wrought in his behalf. He had not realized that war was so terrible. The lovely lass o' Inverness, Nae joy nor pleasure can she see; Drumossie moor Drumossie day – A waefu' day it was to me! For there I lost my father dear, Their winding-sheet the bluidy clay, ENGLAND, WITH ALL THY FAULTS, I LOVE THEE STILL WILLIAM COWPER (From "The Task,” Bk. II) THE third George was proud of being English born and English bred. He determined to make himself master of the political situation, and to be king in fact as well as in name. To this end, old and tried counsellors, such as Chatham, were set aside, and new men were called to the ministry, men who would bow to the royal will. The king's arbitrary policy soon involved England in a war with the American colonies and drove the ablest of her statesmen into opposition. England, with all thy faults, I love thee still, My country! and, while yet a nook is left Where English minds and manners may be found, Shall be constrained to love thee. Though thy clime Be fickle, and thy year, most part, deformed With dripping rains, or withered by a frost, With odours, and as profligate as sweet, Who sell their laurel for a myrtle wreath, And love when they should fight - when such as these Presume to lay their hand upon the ark Of her magnificent and awful cause? Time was when it was praise and boast enough That Chatham's language was his mother tongue, |