Life and Songs of the Baroness Nairne With a Memoir and Poems of Caroline Oliphant the Younger: Edited by the Rev. Charles Rogers ... With a Portrait and Other Illustrations |
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DUNNOTTAR CASTLE.
When Royal pow'r was hunted down,
And Cromwell bore the bell, sir,
How safe and sound lay Scotland's crown,
Behad, I'm gaun to tell, sir,
And Cromwell bore the bell, sir,
How safe and sound lay Scotland's crown,
Behad, I'm gaun to tell, sir,
On fair Kincardine's rocky coast,
There's few that dinna ken yet,
Dunnottar's Castle, bauld and strong,
Stands tow'ring o'er the main, yet.
There's few that dinna ken yet,
Dunnottar's Castle, bauld and strong,
Stands tow'ring o'er the main, yet.
There Keith, Earl Marischal, warlike wight,
Sae noble and sae loyal,
He gat the guardin' o' them a',
Auld Scotia's ensigns royal.
Sae noble and sae loyal,
He gat the guardin' o' them a',
Auld Scotia's ensigns royal.
When arms like his could ill be spared,
And he fought for the Stewart,
He ga'e them owre to Ogilvie,
A trusty and a true heart.
And he fought for the Stewart,
He ga'e them owre to Ogilvie,
A trusty and a true heart.
Strong to the stronger aye maun yield,
The rebels ruled the nation,
Brave Ogilvie and a' his men,
They could na keep their station.
The rebels ruled the nation,
Brave Ogilvie and a' his men,
They could na keep their station.
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His Leddy wi' a manly heart,
She tuik it a' upon her,
To save from skaith her captain dear,
And eke her country's honour.
She tuik it a' upon her,
To save from skaith her captain dear,
And eke her country's honour.
The crown, the sceptre, sword, an' a',
The lint she happit round them,
And a' unkend to Ogilvie,
Safe in the sack she bound them.
The lint she happit round them,
And a' unkend to Ogilvie,
Safe in the sack she bound them.
A simple lass upon her back,
Withouten fear or danger,
Soon brought them to the minister
Of Kinneff, gude James Grainger.
Withouten fear or danger,
Soon brought them to the minister
Of Kinneff, gude James Grainger.
Aneath the pulpit's sel they're laid,
To mak the secret faster,
As low as lay the royal head,
Short syne their rightfu' maister.
To mak the secret faster,
As low as lay the royal head,
Short syne their rightfu' maister.
The darkest night will wear awa,
Monk ga'e the bowls a row, man,
And Monarchy was up again,
And Roundheads down, I trow, man.
Monk ga'e the bowls a row, man,
And Monarchy was up again,
And Roundheads down, I trow, man.
The Marischal he cam frae the wars,
Sae blythe was he that day, sir,
When Ogilvie ga'e back his trust,
In spite o' a' the fray, sir.
Sae blythe was he that day, sir,
When Ogilvie ga'e back his trust,
In spite o' a' the fray, sir.
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