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The Battle of Largs

A Gothic Poem. With Several Miscellaneous Pieces [by John Galt]
  

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THE AYRSHIRE CALL.
  
  


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THE AYRSHIRE CALL.

On Eglinton's high honour'd towers,
The banner streams afar,
The beacons blazing on the hills,
Rouse every heart to war.
‘To arms, old Ayr, to arms again,
‘The drums of Vengeance hear,
‘And rank'd with Coil and Cuninghame,
‘Resume the Carrick spear.’
In feudal days our southern foes
The bravest chiefs defy'd,
Till Wallace wav'd his battle-blade,
And scatter'd all their pride.
‘To arms, old Ayr, to arms again,
‘The drums of Vengeance hear,
‘And rank'd with Coil and Cuninghame,
‘Resume the Carrick spear.’

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With wilder threats than Edward's boast,
The Gallic hordes advance—
Our fathers brav'd his chivalry,
But we have bloody France.
‘To arms, old Ayr, to arms again,
‘The drums of Vengeance hear,
‘And rank'd with Coil and Cuninghame,
‘Resume the Carrick spear.’
A brighter meed, a broader fame,
Await our gallant toil;
We hold the hearts our fathers held,
And will preserve their soil.
‘To arms old Ayr returns again,
‘Her eager warriors cheer;
‘And Carrick, Coil, and Cuninghame,
‘Together charge the spear.’