Our Holiday Among The Hills By James And Janet Logie Robertson |
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CHRISTOPHER SLY: HIS POLITICAL SENTIMENTS. |
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CHRISTOPHER SLY: HIS POLITICAL SENTIMENTS.
The Peers! With what complacency they standOn heights englorified with golden fire!
Look up, you tinker!—look up, and admire,
And let your grovelling soul with pride expand!
These are the guardians of your native land—
“And they possess it too!” But that's their hire
For guarding it: all bravery would expire
Unless rewarded with a liberal hand:
Their fathers bled for it—“Get out! you lie!
Mine fled for it, he did, at Waterloo!”
And they are long descended—“So am I;
My dad came over with the Conqueror too;
And what d'ye do for me? for Christopher Sly?
—Gimme a pot of ale, for Godsake do!”
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