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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Our children, our lasses, more blythe than the morn,
Should we yield, they would surely insult us with scorn;
Our steers and our heifers, our oxen and sheep,
Would join in the mourning, and help them to weep.
Where Simon, the warrior, looked down on the vale,
The flag of green Craven shall wave to the gale;
If once drawn our swords, the sun may go down,
But they shall not return till the day is our own.
Should we yield, they would surely insult us with scorn;
Our steers and our heifers, our oxen and sheep,
Would join in the mourning, and help them to weep.
Where Simon, the warrior, looked down on the vale,
The flag of green Craven shall wave to the gale;
If once drawn our swords, the sun may go down,
But they shall not return till the day is our own.
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