The works of Allan Ramsay edited by Burns Martin ... and John W. Oliver [... and Alexander M. Kinghorn ... and Alexander Law] |
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[TO THE EARL OF DALHOUSIE]
Hail to the chief of Ramsay's name!
On this propitious day,
On which you to the world came
Let all you clan be gay.
Ther's not a Ramsay the day will disgrace
With a sour look the joys of his face.
On this propitious day,
On which you to the world came
Let all you clan be gay.
Ther's not a Ramsay the day will disgrace
With a sour look the joys of his face.
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From such a race, my lord, ye spring
The fountain hides its head,
Ere analls wer or bards coud sing
[Or] barbrous swains coud read;
Yet by tradition and as history old
We learn the line was loyall, great, and bold.
The fountain hides its head,
Ere analls wer or bards coud sing
[Or] barbrous swains coud read;
Yet by tradition and as history old
We learn the line was loyall, great, and bold.
Cease everything that may molest
Or interupt our mirth,
Now since this day is duble blest
With Clementina's birth.
O hapy day, in which to us was gi'en
The great Dalhousie and great James's queen!
Or interupt our mirth,
Now since this day is duble blest
With Clementina's birth.
O hapy day, in which to us was gi'en
The great Dalhousie and great James's queen!
Glyd smoothly Esk by his old tower
And tell it to the sea
How glad we are this very hower
Beside the Edgewell tree.
Old Ocean pleased, he'll raise his oozy head
And tell the tale up Tagus to Madrid.
And tell it to the sea
How glad we are this very hower
Beside the Edgewell tree.
Old Ocean pleased, he'll raise his oozy head
And tell the tale up Tagus to Madrid.
What in your past ancestors shone
Center, great sir, in you;
Nor shoud I ad surpast by none
I give you but your due.
Long may you live till you gladly see
As large as ere it was, the Edgewell tree.
Center, great sir, in you;
Nor shoud I ad surpast by none
I give you but your due.
Long may you live till you gladly see
As large as ere it was, the Edgewell tree.
Long may you live, live till you see your hiers
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