"I'faith," quo' Johnnie, "I got a fleg
"Wi' their claymores and philabegs.
"If I face them again, deil break my legs!
"So I wish you a gude-morning."

Hey, Johnnie Cope, are ye wauking yet?
Or are your drums a-beating yet?
If ye were wauking I would wait,
To gang to the coals i' the morning.

lad- die! May Heav'n still guard, and him re- ward, Wi's

bonnet blue, and tartan plaidie!

When first he landed on our strand,
The gracefu' looks o' that brave laddie
Made every Highland heart to warm,
And lang to wear the tartan plaidie.
O my bonny, &c.

When Geordie heard the news belyve,
That he was come before his daddie,
He thirty thousand pounds would give,
To catch him in his tartan plaidie.
O my bonny, &c.

But Geordie kend the better way,

To stay at hame wi' his braw lady. Wha canna fight, he needs must pay, To ward the glent o' Highland plaidie. O my bonny, &c.

He sent John Cope unto the north,
Wi' a' his men for battle ready;

But Charlie bauldly sallied forth,
Wi' bonnet blue and belted plaidie.
O my bonny, &c.

Cope rade a race to Inverness,

And fand the prince gane south already,

Like lion bold, all uncontroll'd,

Wi' belt, and brand, and tartan plaidie.
O my bonny, &c.

Cope turn'd the chace, and left the place;
The Lothians was the next land ready;
And then he swore that at Gladsmuir
He wad disgrace the Highland plaidie.

O my bonny, &c.

Says he, "My lads, I tell you true,

"I'm sorry that they're sae unready. "Small is the task we have to do, "To catch this rebel in his plaidie." O my bonny, &c.

The prince he rose by break of day,
And blythely was he buskit ready.
"Let's march," said he; "Cope langs to see
"The bonnet blue and belted plaidie."
O my bonny, &c.

They were nae slack, nae flinching back;
In rank and file they marched steady;
For they were bent, with one consent,
To fight for him that wore the plaidie.
O my bonny, &c.

But soon John Cope cried to his men,

"For gudesake turn, ye dogs, and speed ye,

"And let each man 'scape as he can.
"The deil confound the tartan plaidie!"
O my bonny, &c.

Some rade on horse, some ran on foot;

Their heels were light, their heads were giddy:

But, late or air, they'll lang nae mair

To meet the lad wi' the Highland plaidie.
O my bonny, &c.

Now, where is Cope, wi' a' his brag?
Say, is the craven gane already?

O leeze me on my bonny lad,

His bonnet blue and belted plaidie!
O my bonny, &c.

SONG LXI.

Gladsmuir.

As over Glads

muir's blood stain'd field, Sco

tia, imperial goddess, flew, Her lift-ed

spear and

ra--- diant shield Con -- spi - - cuous

blazing to the view; Her visage, lately cloud--ed

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with

de-spair, Now re-as-sum'd its first

ma

jestic air.

Such seen, as oft in battle warm,

She glow'd through many a martial age;
Or mild to breathe the civil charm,

In pious plans and counsel sage:

For o'er the mingling glories of her face,
A manly greatness heighten'd female grace.

Loud as the trumpet rolls its sound,

Her voice the Power celestial rais'd,
While her victorious sons around,

In silent joy and wonder gaz'd.

The sacred Muses heard th' immortal lay,
And thus to earth the notes of fame convey.

""Tis done, my sons! 'Tis nobly done!
"Victorious over tyrant power:
"How quick the race of fame was run!
"The work of ages in one hour!

"Slow creeps th' oppressive weight of slavish reigns, "One glorious moment rose, and burst your chains.

"Now to my hand the balance fair restor❜d,

"Once more I wield on high th' imperial sword.

"What arm has this deliverance wrought? "'Tis he! The gallant youth appears! "O warm in fields, and cool in thought, "Beyond the slow advance of years, "Haste, let me, rescued now from future harms, "Strain close thy filial virtue in my arms.

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Early I nurs'd this royal youth,
"Ah! ill detain❜d on foreign shores;
"I form'd his mind with love of truth,
"With fortitude and wisdom's stores:

"For when a noble action is decreed,

"Heaven forms the hero for the destin'd deed.

"Nor could the soft seducing charms

"Of mild Hesperia's blooming soil