When the Southern invader spread waste and disorder,
At the glance of her crescents he paused and with-
drew,

For around them were marshall'd the pride of the
Border,

The Flowers of the Forest, the Bands of BUC

CLEUCH.

Then with the Banner, &c.
up

A Stripling's weak hand' to our revel has borne her,

Then up with the Banner, let forest winds fan her,
She has blazed over Ettrick eight ages and more;
In sport we'll attend her, in battle defend her,
With heart and with hand, like our fathers before.

Lullaby of an Enfant Chief.

AIR-" Cadul gu lo." 2

1815.

I.

O, HUSH thee, my babie, thy sire was a knight,
Thy mother a lady, both lovely and bright;
The woods and the glens, from the towers which we
see,

No mail-glove has grasp'd her, no spearmen sur- They all are belonging, dear babie, to thee.

round;

But ere a bold foeman should scathe or should scorn

her,

A thousand true hearts would be cold on the ground.
Then up with the Banner, &c.

We forget each contention of civil dissension,

And hail, like our brethren, HOME, DOUGLAS, and
CAR:

And ELLIOT and PRINGLE in pastime shall mingle,
As welcome in peace as their fathers in war.
Then up with the Banner, &c.

Then strip, lads, and to it, though sharp be the weather,

And if, by mischance, you should happen to fall, There are worse things in life than a tumble on heather,

And life is itself but a game at foot-ball.
Then up with the Banner, &c.

And when it is over, we'll drink a blithe measure
To each Laird and each Lady that witness'd our fun,
And to every blithe heart that took part in our plea-
sure,

To the lads that have lost and the lads that have
won,

Then up with the Banner, &c.

May the Forest still flourish, both Borough and Landward,

From the hall of the Peer to the Herd's ingle-nook; And huzza! my brave hearts, for BUCCLEUCH and his standard,

For the King and the Country, the Clan, and the
Duke!

1 The bearer of the standard was the Author's eldest son. 2 "Sleep on till day." These words, adapted to a melody somewhat different from the original, are sung in my friend

O ho ro, i ri ri, cadul gu lo,
O ho ro, i ri ri, &c.

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