Ochil Idylls and Other Poems by Hugh Haliburton [i.e. J. L. Robertson] |
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THE WHITE INVASION.
The sun gaed doun in fire and gloom,
The winds o' winter woke,
An' sent frail autumn to his doom,
An' Scotland to the yoke!
The winds o' winter woke,
An' sent frail autumn to his doom,
An' Scotland to the yoke!
That nicht they storm'd the Grampian posts,
They scoor'd the Rannoch wolds;
Nae fastness could defy their hosts,
They seized the Hieland holds.
They scoor'd the Rannoch wolds;
Nae fastness could defy their hosts,
They seized the Hieland holds.
What slaughter thro' the nicht we heard
On Ochil hill an' lea,
Blent with the moan of driven bird
An' storm-o'ertaken tree!
On Ochil hill an' lea,
Blent with the moan of driven bird
An' storm-o'ertaken tree!
The wark was dune ere mornin' broke
Upon the walterin' Forth;
An' Dalmahoy's twin lions look
Blanch-faced at the north!
Upon the walterin' Forth;
An' Dalmahoy's twin lions look
Blanch-faced at the north!
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