Alas for the foeman who hastes not to yield When "shoulder to shoulder" the Clans take the field! When duty demands them their might to display, The Titans might envy their deeds in the fray. O Albyn! my country so brave and so blest, 'Mid the music of streams, in some green Highland dell! Derry down &c. THE LAND OF THE GREEN MAPLE LEAF. AIR.-" Tam Glen." Of all the fair lands you can name, boys, That land of bright annals, though brief: Should live 'neath the Green Maple Leaf. To praises of moorlands and mountains Fair-fringed by the Green Maple Leaf. 'Tis there that the woodman's axe bringeth The lords of the forest to grief, Till up to a paradise springeth His home by the Green Maple Leaf. He here who a bachelor liveth May well be set down for a "cuif,” Well shunned by each darling who giveth Love's kiss 'neath the Green Maple Leaf. The heart that is proof to such graces As theirs, must be hard as a reef;Let's hope that such desperate cases Are rare 'neath the Green Maple Leaf. In Lords and their lackeys dependent 'Tis well that our list is but brief; The homage on tinsel attendant They'd miss 'neath the Green Maple Leaf. Where Autumn the toils of the ploughman Rewards with a fifty-fold sheaf, The true lords of the soil are our yeomen Sam Slick more than once, in full feather, Aught harming the green Maple Leaf. WHEN Noah turn'd seaman, most people agree, man UP, bonnet and feather! Up thistle and heather! Away with your grumblers whom nothing but tumblers The fair happy faces that here fill their places Old Scotland's grand story, so pregnant of glory, The "Chieftain" here referred to-Professor Donald MacLean, of Ann Arbor College, Michigan,-is of the Lochbuy branch of the Clan MacLean. He was at the time these verses were penned, President of the Kingston St. Andrew's Society, and as such, presided at the Festival for which they were composed. From Ossian and Selma to Lucknow and Alma, Such triumphs are linked to the war-pipes proud strain That creatures who'd hear it, its music to sneer at, Had best shun the sight of our Chieftain MacLean! Up, bonnet and feather! &c. Let pinks of perfection, themselves vainly vexing, O, Scotland, dear Scotland! alas that there's not land COUN MINE OWN DEAR ROMANTIC COUNTRIE! THOUGH its climate be cold, and its sands hide no gold, Yet the land of the heather for me! Since, despite its bleak air, Freedom's footsteps are there; Her loved home, bonnie Scotland, is thee! CHORUS―Then ho! for the Old Land! that stern, sturdy, bold land, Whose sons 'tis our glory to be! O, who would not love thee, and proudly sing of thee, Mine own dear, romantic countrie! Not without tug and toil, Albyn dear, on thy soil Our bold sires planted Liberty's tree; And we swear that no foe shall e'er touch stem or bough While we have hands to defend it and thee. Then ho! for the Old Land! &c. From the homes of their birth, to the ends of the earth As to magnet the steel, so, in woe or in weal, Then ho! for the Old Land! &c. Land of heroes high-famed-land by foe never tamed, ETHEL. AIR-" The Lass o' Gowrie." 'TIS said that angels in disguise Are sometimes found beneath the skies I cannot doubt it, Ethel. The one thing sure is, that thy face So full is of angelic grace That all I once could love give place To thee, delightful Ethel ! |