The poetical works of Sir Alexander Boswell ... Now first collected and edited, with memoir, by Robert Howie Smith |
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THE OLD CHIEFTAIN TO HIS SONS—SONG.
Gude night, and joy be wi' ye a';
Your harmless mirth has cheer'd my heart.
May life's fell blasts out o'er ye blaw!
In sorrow may ye never part!
Your harmless mirth has cheer'd my heart.
May life's fell blasts out o'er ye blaw!
In sorrow may ye never part!
My spirit lives, but strength is gone;
The mountain fires now blaze in vain:
Remember, sons, the deeds I've done,
And in your deeds I'll live again!
The mountain fires now blaze in vain:
Remember, sons, the deeds I've done,
And in your deeds I'll live again!
When on yon muir our gallant clan
Frae boasting foes their banners tore,
Wha show'd himself a better man,
Or fiercer wav'd the red claymore?
Frae boasting foes their banners tore,
Wha show'd himself a better man,
Or fiercer wav'd the red claymore?
But when in peace—then mark me there—
When through the glen the wanderer came,
I gave him of our hardy fare,
I gave him here a welcome hame.
When through the glen the wanderer came,
I gave him of our hardy fare,
I gave him here a welcome hame.
The auld will speak, the young maun hear;
Be canty, but be gude and liel;
Yer ain ills aye ha'e heart to bear,
Anither's aye ha'e heart to feel.
Be canty, but be gude and liel;
Yer ain ills aye ha'e heart to bear,
Anither's aye ha'e heart to feel.
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So, ere I set, I'll see you shine,
I'll see you triumph ere I fa';
My parting breath shall boast you mine.
Gude night, and joy be wi' ye a'.
I'll see you triumph ere I fa';
My parting breath shall boast you mine.
Gude night, and joy be wi' ye a'.
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