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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Old Scotland's army had marched boldly forth,
Crossed o'er the Borders, and laid waste the north;
But dauntless Bulmer, with his little band,
Retook their spoils, and drove them from the land.
Eight times his numbers Bulmer met in fight,
And Scots' great Hume just saved himself by flight;
But, as some drops oft fall before the shower,
So this but warning gave of Scotland's power:
Her army, then a hundred thousand strong,
Shaded the mountains as they marched along;
Led by their king, their bosoms were on flame
For England's downfall, plunder, and for fame.
Crossed o'er the Borders, and laid waste the north;
But dauntless Bulmer, with his little band,
Retook their spoils, and drove them from the land.
Eight times his numbers Bulmer met in fight,
And Scots' great Hume just saved himself by flight;
But, as some drops oft fall before the shower,
So this but warning gave of Scotland's power:
Her army, then a hundred thousand strong,
Shaded the mountains as they marched along;
Led by their king, their bosoms were on flame
For England's downfall, plunder, and for fame.
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