But hark! through the fast-flashing lightning of war, What steed to the desert flies frantic and far? WIZARD. -Lochiel, Lochiel beware of the day; For, dark and despairing, my sight I may seal, Lo! anointed by Heaven with the phials of wrath, Rise, rise! ye wild tempests, and cover his flight! moors. Culloden is lost, and my country deplores, Ah no! for a darker departure is near; That knits me to thy rugged strand? Sole friends thy woods and streams were left; By Yarrow's stream still let me stray, SIR WALTER SCOTT. MACGREGOR'S GATHERING. Air, "THAIN' A GRIGALACH." [These verses are adapted to a very wild, yet lively, gathering tune, used by the Macgregors. The severe treatment of this clan, their outlawry, and the proscription of their very name, are alluded to in the ballad.] The war-drum is muffled, and black is the bier; THE moon's on the lake, and the mist 's on the His death-bell is tolling: O mercy, dispel Yon sight, that it freezes my spirit to tell! With the smoke of its ashes to poison the gale LOCHIEL. brae, And the clan has a name that is nameless by day; Our signal for fight, that from monarchs we drew, -Down, soothless insulter! I trust not the tale; Glen Orchy's proud mountains, Coalchurn and For never shall Albin a destiny meet, So black with dishonor, so foul with retreat. their gore, Like ocean-weeds heaped on the surf-beaten shore, her towers, Glenstrae and Glenlyon no longer are ours: We're landless, landless, landless, Grigalach! But doomed and devoted by vassal and lord Look proudly to Heaven from the death-bed of Give their roofs to the flame, and their flesh to fame. SCOTLAND. THOMAS CAMPBELL. O CALEDONIA! stern and wild, Through the depths of Loch Katrine the steed | How, in the name of soldiership and sense, ENGLAND, with all thy faults, I love thee still, Be fickle, and thy year most part deformed Should England prosper, when such things, as smooth And tender as a girl, all essenced o'er Presume to lay their hand upon the ark Of her magnificent and awful cause? Time was when it was praise and boast enough WILLIAM COWPER. RULE BRITANNIA! WHEN Britain first, at Heaven's command, This was the charter of the land, And guardian angels sing the strain : Rule Britannia! Britannia rules the wayes! The nations not so blest as thee, Must, in their turn, to tyrants fall; Whilst thou shalt flourish, great and free, Still more majestic shalt thou rise, More dreadful from each foreign stroke; As the loud blasts that tear thy skies Serve but to root thy native oak. Rule Britannia! etc. Thee haughty tyrants ne'er shall tame; To thee belongs the rural reign; Thy cities shall with commerce shine; All thine shall be the subject main, And every shore encircle thine. Rule Britannia! etc. The Muses, still with Freedom found, JAMES THOMSON. We'd fight for our right to the island; We'd give them enough of the island; Invaders should just bite once at the dust, But not a bit more of the island. THOMAS DIBDIN. THE LAND, BOYS, WE LIVE IN. FROM "THE MYRTLE AND THE VINE." SINCE our foes to invade us have long been preparing, 'T is clear they consider we've something worth sharing, And for that mean to visit our shore ; It behooves us, however, with spirit to meet 'em, And though 't will be nothing uncommon to beat 'em, We must try how they'll take it once more: So fill, fill your glasses, be this the toast given, Here's England forever, the land, boys, we live in!. So fill, fill your glasses, be this the toast given,Here's England forever, huzza! Here's a health to our tars on the wide ocean ranging, Perhaps even now some broadsides are exchanging, We'll on shipboard and join in the fight; And when with the foe we are firmly engaging, Till the fire of our guns lulls the sea in its raging, On our country we 'll think with delight. So fill, fill your glasses, etc. The Genius of our clime From his pine-embattled Shall hail the guest sublime While the Tritons of the With their conchs the kindred le claim. Then let the world combine, Though ages long have past O'er untravelled seas to roa Yet lives the blood of England in While the language free and How the vault of heaven r When Satan, blasted, fell with his While this, with reverence m Ten thousand echoes greet, From rock to rock repeat Round our coast; While the manners, while the That mould a nation's soul, Still cling around our hearts, Between let Ocean roll, On that throne where once Alfred in glory was Our joint communion breaking wit Yet still from either beach WASHING AMERICA. O MOTHER of a mighty race, For on thy cheeks the glow is s |