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Still have we left a sacrifice
To offer on our bier.
A foreign and fanatic sway
Our Southron foes may gall;
And they deserve it all.
In which we hope or trust,
THE DEATH SONG.
SCENE-A Field of Battle.-TIME OF THE DAY-Evening. The
Wounded and ying of the Victorious Army are supposed to
join in the following Song: FAREWELL, thou fairday, thou green earth, and ye skies, Now
with the bright setting sun; Farewell, loves and friendships, ye dear tender ties,
Our race of existence is run !
Thou grim King of Terrors, thou life's gloomy foe,
Go, frighten the coward and slave;
No terrors hast thou to the brave.
Thou strikest the dull peasant; he sinks in the dark,
Nor saves even the wreck of a name;
He falls in the blaze of his fame!
In the proud field of honour-our swords in our hands,
While victory shines on life's last ebbing sands,
0! who would not die with the brave !
SUCH A PARCEL OF ROGUES IN
WRITTEN ON OCCASION OF THE UNION.
FAREWELL to a' our Scottish fame,
Farewell our ancient glory;
Sae famed in ancient story!
And Tweed rins to the ocean,
What force or guile could not subdue,
Through many warlike ages,
For hireling traitors' wages.
Secure in valour's station ;
Such a parcel of rogues in a nation!
I would, ere I had seen the day,
That treason thus could sell us,
Wi' Bruce and loyal Wallace !
I'll make this declaration,
Such a parcel of rogues in a nation !
LOCHABER NO MORE.
TUNE-Lochaber no more.
FAREWELL to Lochaber, farewell to my Jean,
dear, And no for the dangers attending on weir; Though borne on rough seas to a far bloody shore, Maybe to return to Lochaber no more ! Though hurricanes rise, thongh rise every wind, No tempest can equal the storm in my mind; Though loudest of thunders on louder waves roar, There's naething like leavin' my love on the shore. To leave thee behind me my heart is sair pain'd; But by ease that's inglorious no fame can be gain’d: And beauty and love's the reward of the brave; And I maun deserve it before I can crave.
Then glory, my Jeanie, maun plead my excuse;
gae then, my lass, to win honour and fame;
* Although the air of Farewell to Lochaber is completely identified in the mind of a Scotsman with the idea of quitting his native country, and seems as if composed on purpose to express the mournful associations connected with that idea, it, in reality, appears to have been originally adapted to a song of a totally different cast. In a MS. book of Scottish airs, compiled in the reign of William III., (in the possession of Mr Andrew Blaikie, engraver, Paisley,) it is entitled, King James's March to Ireland.
FALSE LUVE! AND HAE YE PLAY'D
FALSE luve! and bae ye play'd me this,
In summer, 'mid the flowers ?
In winter, 'mid the showers.
But again, dear luve, and again, dear luve,
Will ye not turn again ?
look to other women
* From Herd's Collection, 1776.-A slightly different version is put by Sir Walter Scott into the mouth of Davie Gellatley, in the celebrated novel of Waverley :
“ False love, and hast thou play'd me this
In summer, among the flowers ?
In winter, among the showers.
Unless you turn again,
I'll smile on other men." There is, in Kinloch's Ancient Scottish Ballads, (Edin. 1827, ] a wild and very poetical old ballad, entitled The Gardener, where, after a person of that profession has entreated the love of a young lady, by promising her a dress made up of his best flowers, she answers thus:
“ O, fare ye weil, young man, she says,
Fareweil, and I bid adieu ;
Amang the simmer flowers,
Amang the winter showers.
It becomes your bodie best;
And the cauld rain on your breist.”
FOR LACK OF GOLD.
TUNE-For lack of Gold.
distant climates I must rove,
powers above, I to your care
Though she has ever left me, 0.*
* This song was written by the author, on his being jilted by Miss Jean Drummond, daughter of John Drummond, Esq. of Megginch, Perthshire; who, after having given him some encouragement, thought proper, on the 7th of May, 1749, to marry a nobler though an older suitor, James, second Duke of Athole, maternal grandfather and paternal granduncle of the present most noble possessor of that title. She
had no issue by his Grace, after whose death she married Lord Adam Gordon, (fourth son of Alexander, second Duke of Gordon,) Commander of the Forces in Scotland. She died at the Palace of Holyroodhouse, on the 22d of February, 1795, and was buried at Inveresk.
Of Dr Austin all I know is, that he resided for many years, during the latter half of the last century, in a house in Brown's Square, Edinburgh, where he practised as a physicia).
Mr Thomson, in his excellent collection of Scottish music and song, mentions, that an old lady of his acquaintance remembers a line of a song, once popular, regarding the heroine :
“ Bonnie Jeanie Drummond, she towers aboon them a'.' The song, “ For lack of Gold," appeared in Herd's Collection, 1776.