A lambkin in peace, but a lion in war, The pride of her kindred the heroine grew: "Whoe'er shall provoke thee th' encounter shall rue !" The fell harpy-raven took wing from the north, To wanton in carnage, and wallow in gore; As Largs well can witness, and Loncartie tell. The cameleon-savage disturb'd her repose, Oft prowling, ensanguined the Tweed's silver flood: He learned to fear in his own native wood. Thus bold, independent, unconquer'd, and free, For brave Caledonia immortal must be ; I'll prove it from Euclid as clear as the sun : Rectangle-triangle, the figure we'll choose, The upright is Chance, and old Time is the base; But brave Caledonia's the hypothenuse; Then, ergo, she'll match them, and match them always. It was a' for our rightfu' king Now a' is done that men can do, My love and native land farewell, He turn'd him right and round about, And gae his bridle-reins a shake, The sodger frae the wars returns, When day is gane, and night is come, I think on him that's far awa', The lee-lang night, and weep, my dear, Then lea'e the lassie till her fate, BONNY PEG-A-RAMSAY. Tune-"Cauld is the e'enin' blast. CAULD is the e'enin' blast O' Boreas o'er the pool; And dawin' it is dreary When birks are bare at Yule. Oh, cauld blaws the e'enin' blast Ne'er sae murky blew the night HEE BALOU! Tune-"The Highland Balou." SPEAKING of this song, Cromek says "The time when the moss-troopers and cattle-drivers on the Borders began their nightly depredations was the first Michaelmas moon. Cattle-stealing formerly was a mere foraging expedition; and it has been remarked that many of the best families in the north can trace their descent from the daring sons of the mountains. The produce (by way of dowry to a laird's daughter) of a Michaelmas moon is proverbial; and by the aid of Lochiel's lanthorn (the moon) these exploits were the most desirable things imaginable. In the 'Hee Balou' we see one of those heroes in the cradle." 1 Rebuke. HEE Balou ! 2 2 A cradle-lullaby phrase used by nurses. Their capon craws, and queer ha ha's, 1 Ears. 2 Weary. CASSILLIS' BANKS. Tune-Unknown. Now bank and brae are claithed in green, The birdies flit on wanton wing. |