The flowers sprang wanton to be prest, Where is thy place of blissful rest? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast? 256. JOHN ANDERSON. John Anderson my jo, John, John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither; 257. BANNOCKBURN. Robert Bruce's address to his army. Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled; Or to glorious victorie ! Now's the day and now's the hour— See approach proud Edward's power— Edward! chains and slaverie ! Wha will be a traitor knave? Traitor! coward! turn and flee! Wha for Scotland's king and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw! Freeman stand or freeman fa', Caledonian on wi' me! By oppression's woes and pains! But they shall be-shall be free! Liberty's in every blow! Forward! let us do or die! 258. MAN WAS MADE TO MOURN. When chill November's surly blast I spied a man, whose aged step Seem'd weary, worn with care; His face was furrow'd o'er with years, Young stranger, whither wand'rest thou? Began the rev'rend sage; Does thirst of wealth thy step constrain, Or, haply, prest with cares and woes, To wander forth, with me to mourn The sun that overhangs yon moors, That man was made to mourn. If I'm design'd yon lordling's slave- E'er planted in my mind? Or why has man the will and pow'r Yet let not this too much, my son, The poor, oppressed, honest man, O Death! the poor man's dearest friend, 259. THE BANKS O' DOON. Ye flowery banks o' bonnie Doon, And I sae fu' o' care! Thou'll break my heart, thou bonnie bird, That sings upon the bough; Thou minds me o' the happy days When my fause luve was true. Thou'll break my heart, thou bonnie bird, That sings beside thy mate; For sae I sat, and sae I sang, Aft hae I rov'd by bonnie Doon, To see the woodbine twine, And ilka bird sang o' its love, And sae did I o' mine. Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose, And my fause luver staw the rose, 260. THE COTTER'S SATURDAY NIGHT. November chill blaws loud wi' angry sugh; This night his weekly moil 2 is at an end, And weary, o'er the moor, his course does hameward bend. Beneath the shelter of an aged tree; 4 5 Th' expectant wee3 things, toddlin, stacher thro' His clean hearth-stane, his thriftie wifie's smile, Does a' his weary carking 10 cares beguile, An' makes him quite forget his labour and his toil. Belyve11 the elder bairns come drappin in, 13 Their eldest hope, their Jenny, woman grown, To help her parents dear, if they in hardship be. .18 Wi' joy unfeign'd, brothers and sisters meet, 1 From. 2 Labour. 3 Little. 4 Tottering in their walk. 7 Fire. 12 Drive. 5 Stagger. 6 Fluttering. 8 Shining at intervals. 9 All. 10 Consuming. 11 By-and-by. 13 Cautious. 14 Kindly dexterous. 15 Fine, handsome. 16 Sorely won. 17 Wages. 18 Asks. 19 News. |