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The works of Allan Ramsay

edited by Burns Martin ... and John W. Oliver [... and Alexander M. Kinghorn ... and Alexander Law]

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[A Jacobite Poem]

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[c. 1726]

while my Dear Master far frae hame
a Loyal Exile Bravely strayd
with vile & vulgar hieghts my name
soon fled & soon my sweets decayd
Then was I spoild by the rude crew
of Saxon & Batavia Race
Minesia Blush! for maist by you
Thy spitefull arts wrought my disgrace
The silvan Gods then Great & Sma
refused around my skirts to sing
Left me in pet, & warst of a'!
my Argentine denyd his spring
They a' cryd out yon witherd Brae
and straths around's no worth our care
They now can neither sing or say
since our Lovd STRUAN is not there
But as they glided frae my Brow
they tald me to had up my heart
I shoild again My Master view
again shoild meet & never part

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He like the morning star shoud shine
Usher to James our Royall sun
who with his friends would soon combine
to finish what they had well begun
While thus I stood Blasted and bare
neglected flowerles[s] sunk in greif
The Ranoch Heroe ends my care
Returns and gives me full relief
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Obliterated by damp.

------ welcom chief of stallwart make

------ of the outward form and mind
------ whan can your dauntles courage shake
------ what to your countrey make unkind
Whom Palas Mars & Phebus Bred
in Learning, Hermony, & Weir
who better speaks who sings more Glad
and who in stour can stouter steer
Now he's Returnd I lift my head
adornd with Lawrell to the skies
on my green edge sweet Gowans spread
and Lilly with white Roses rise
Now Guardians of the wood & springs
with Nymphs & Neriads round me dance
while my ain Orpheus blythly s[i]ngs
in consort as the Train advance
The Muses leave the Grecian height
where they [were] wont to howf langsine
have chosen me and less delight
in Helicon than Argentine

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Me bright Apollo makes his Throne
wingd pegasus upon me feads
Slavery and Rapine now are gone
and Loyalty with Truth succeeds
Ye gods who Justice Love look doun
and as you promisd hertofore
would you all Scotlands wishes crown
James with his Golden Reign restore