The poetical works of John Nicholson ... Carefully edited from the original editions, with additional notes and a sketch of his life and writings. By W. G. Hird |
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Three times we have seen the great cross of our sires
Destroyed as a brand in the plunderers' fires;
But now we have armour, and now we will stand
Till the cold grasp of death keeps the sword in each hand.
Shall the pibrochs of Scotland be heard in our vale?
Shall the sound of her pipers be borne on the gale?
No—each one shall meet them where wild rushes wave,
And, instead of rich plunder, will give them a grave.
Destroyed as a brand in the plunderers' fires;
But now we have armour, and now we will stand
Till the cold grasp of death keeps the sword in each hand.
Shall the pibrochs of Scotland be heard in our vale?
Shall the sound of her pipers be borne on the gale?
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And, instead of rich plunder, will give them a grave.
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