The Battle of Largs A Gothic Poem. With Several Miscellaneous Pieces [by John Galt] |
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SCORN OF SCOTLAND.
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THE SCORN OF SCOTLAND.
A SONG.
And did he threat invasion?
Then let the tyrant come:
Has he forgot Old Egypt,
Nor heard of baffled Rome?
The Danes of yore invaded,
They scaled the sea-beat steep—
Their relics lie at Largo—
Their ships are in the deep.
Then let the tyrant come:
Has he forgot Old Egypt,
Nor heard of baffled Rome?
The Danes of yore invaded,
They scaled the sea-beat steep—
Their relics lie at Largo—
Their ships are in the deep.
The manly sons of England,
As brothers now we claim,
And Bannockburn and Flodden
Inspire a mutual flame.
Will those who fought at Minden,
And conquer'd at the Nile,
Be shook with coward-palsies,
In their dear native isle?
As brothers now we claim,
And Bannockburn and Flodden
Inspire a mutual flame.
Will those who fought at Minden,
And conquer'd at the Nile,
Be shook with coward-palsies,
In their dear native isle?
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Defy the madding despot,
Defy his perjur'd slaves,
Let them elude our navies,
Let them escape the waves:
We dread not all his armies;
The trophies they have won
Are fuel for our glory,
And gems for our renown.
Defy his perjur'd slaves,
Let them elude our navies,
Let them escape the waves:
We dread not all his armies;
The trophies they have won
Are fuel for our glory,
And gems for our renown.
United Britain rises,
Her cliffs with armour burn—
Pale in their boats, and silent,
Ambition's victims turn.
‘Aye look behind. France lessens—
‘Advance ye haggard crew,
‘We are the haughty islanders,
‘Now plunder and subdue.’
Her cliffs with armour burn—
Pale in their boats, and silent,
Ambition's victims turn.
‘Aye look behind. France lessens—
‘Advance ye haggard crew,
‘We are the haughty islanders,
‘Now plunder and subdue.’
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