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As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I:
Till a' the seas gang dry.
And the rocks melt wi' the sun :
While the sands o' life shall run.
And fare thee weel awhile !
Tho' it were ten thousand mile.
ROBERT BRUCE'S ADDRESS TO HIS ARMY
Scots, wha hae wi’ Wallace bled,
Or to victorie.
Now's the day, and now's the hour;
Chains and slaverie !
Wha will be a traitor knave ?
Let him turn and flee !
Wha for Scotland's King and law
Let him follow me!
By oppression's woes and pains !
But they shall be free !
Lay the proud usurpers low !
THE Minstrel-boy to the war is gone,
In the ranks of death you'll find him ; His father's sword he has girded on,
And his wild harp slung behind him.Land of song !' said the warrior-bard,
'Though all the world betrays thee,
One faithful harp shall praise thee !'
Could not bring his proud soul under ;
For he tore its chords asunder ; And said, “No chains shall sully thee,
Thou soul of love and bravery ! Thy songs were made for the brave and free, They shall never sound in slavery!'
It was a' for our rightfu' King,
We left fair Scotland's strand;
My dear ;
And a' is done in vain ;
He turn'd him right and round about
Upon the Irish shore ;
The sailor frae the main ;
And a' folk bound to sleep;
The Harp that once through Tara's Halls
THE harp that once through Tara's halls
The soul of music shed,
As if that soul were fled.
So glory's thrill is o'er,
Now feel that pulse no more.
The harp of Tara swells :
Its tale of ruin tells.
The only throb she gives
COULD Love for ever
Be tried in vain
We'd hug the chain.
Love plumes his wing ;
Let's love a season ;
When lovers parted
Expect to die;
ban A Sea Dirge
FULL fathom five thy father lies :
Of his bones are coral made ;
Nothing of him that doth fade,
Ah! what the form divine !
Rose Aylmer, all were thine.
May weep, but never see,
Who is Silvia ? what is she,
That all our swains commend her ?
The heaven such grace did lend her
For beauty lives with kindness.
To help him of his blindness; And, being help'd, inhabits there. Then to Silvia let us sing,
That Silvia is excelling ; She excels each mortal thing
Upon the dull earth dwelling ; To her let us garlands bring.
Lucy Ashton's Song