THE FORAY 1830 Set to music by John Whitefield, Mus. Doc. Cam. THE last of our steers on the board has been spread, And the last flask of wine in our goblet is red; Up! up, my brave kinsmen! belt swords and begone, There are dangers to dare and there's spoil to be won. The eyes that so lately mixed glances with ours The rain is descending; the wind rises loud; And the moon her red beacon has veiled with a cloud; 'Tis the better, my mates! for the warder's dull eye Shall in confidence slumber nor dream we are nigh. Our steeds are impatient! I hear my blithe Grey! rain. The drawbridge has dropped, the bugle has blown; One pledge is to quaff yet - then mount and begone! To their honour and peace that shall rest with the slain; To their health and their glee that see Teviot again! 50 INSCRIPTION FOR THE MONUMENT OF THE REV. GEORGE SCOTT 1830 To youth, to age, alike, this tablet pale But let submission tame each sorrowing thought, Heaven crowned its champion ere the fight was fought. SONGS FROM THE DOOM OF DEVORGOIL Published in 1830 I 'THE SUN UPON THE LAKE' THE Sun upon the lake is low, The hills have evening's deepest glow, Now all whom varied toil and care The noble dame, on turret high The flash of armour bright. The village maid, with hand on brow The level ray to shade, Upon the footpath watches now For Colin's darkening plaid. Now to their mates the wild swans row, By day they swam apart; And to the thicket wanders slow The hind beside the hart. The woodlark at his partner's side All meet whom day and care divide, II 'WE LOVE THE SHRILL TRUMPET' We love the shrill trumpet, we love the drum's rattle, If there's mirth in our house, 't is our neighbour that shares it If peril approach, 't is our neighbour that dares it; Then close your ranks, comrades, the bands that combine them, Faith, friendship, and brotherhood, joined to entwine them; And we'll laugh at the threats of each insolent stranger, While our comrades in sport are our comrades in danger. |