Musa Burschicosa A Book of Songs for Students and University Men. By John Stuart Blackie |
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SONG OF THE SHEPHERD'S SON. |
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SONG OF THE SHEPHERD'S SON.
Of the bold cavaliers some bards delight to sing,
Who drank, and who swore, and who battled for their king;
I'm a poor shepherd's son, and my loves are with the men
Who fought for our faith in the lone mountain glen.
Then hurrah-ra-ra for the Covenanting men,
Who fought for our faith in mountain and in glen;
Who drank, and who swore, and who battled for their king;
I'm a poor shepherd's son, and my loves are with the men
Who fought for our faith in the lone mountain glen.
Then hurrah-ra-ra for the Covenanting men,
Who fought for our faith in mountain and in glen;
The gay cavaliers
Sowed the land with blood and tears;
But her front Freedom rears
With the grey-plaided men!
Sowed the land with blood and tears;
But her front Freedom rears
With the grey-plaided men!
King Charles and Priest Laud came with liturgy in hand,
And they told off a creed to believe at their command,
But the hot-souled Scot scorned to pray by a rule,
And the proud priest ducked to a dame with a stool.
Then hurrah-ra-ra for the Covenanting men,
And for stout dame Geddes, who was wise and mighty then;
And they told off a creed to believe at their command,
But the hot-souled Scot scorned to pray by a rule,
And the proud priest ducked to a dame with a stool.
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And for stout dame Geddes, who was wise and mighty then;
For the gay cavaliers, etc.
There are fops who will grin, there are wits who will sneer,
But the brave still the deeds of the brave will revere;
And a price is the same which for freedom we pay
On a green Attic plain or a brown Scottish brae.
The hurrah-ra-ra for the heroes of the glen,
With the sword of the Lord, who were great and mighty then;
But the brave still the deeds of the brave will revere;
And a price is the same which for freedom we pay
On a green Attic plain or a brown Scottish brae.
The hurrah-ra-ra for the heroes of the glen,
With the sword of the Lord, who were great and mighty then;
For the gay cavaliers, etc.
They were hunted with hounds, they were bound, they were shot,
They were scourged, they were flayed, they were hung out to rot;
But they smiled at the rack, and the thumb and the screw,
And the more they were lopped still the larger they grew.
Then hurrah-ra-ra for the heroes of the glen,
For the strong, stout hearts of the Covenanting men;
They were scourged, they were flayed, they were hung out to rot;
But they smiled at the rack, and the thumb and the screw,
And the more they were lopped still the larger they grew.
Then hurrah-ra-ra for the heroes of the glen,
For the strong, stout hearts of the Covenanting men;
For the gay cavaliers, etc.
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And the prayer still was heard from the lone hut, and still
The voice of the preacher was mighty on the hill,
And the free hymn was pealed from the moors of the Merse,
And the brave deeds were done which their children rehearse.
Then hurrah-ra-ra for the Covenanting men,
Who preached on the hill and who prayed in the glen;
The voice of the preacher was mighty on the hill,
And the free hymn was pealed from the moors of the Merse,
And the brave deeds were done which their children rehearse.
Then hurrah-ra-ra for the Covenanting men,
Who preached on the hill and who prayed in the glen;
For the gay cavaliers, etc.
And their seed still remains; from the heroes of the hill
The hot blood we draw, and the stern undaunted will,
And the scorn to receive from a despot's decree,
What should flame up with power from the heart of the free.
Then hurrah-ra-ra for the Covenanting men;
Bright burn the pure flame that consumed the stubble then!
The hot blood we draw, and the stern undaunted will,
And the scorn to receive from a despot's decree,
What should flame up with power from the heart of the free.
Then hurrah-ra-ra for the Covenanting men;
Bright burn the pure flame that consumed the stubble then!
For the gay cavaliers, etc.
My song you have heard; let the dashing cavaliers
Reap smiles from the men who rejoice in our tears!
I'm a poor shepherd's son, and my home is in the glen
That yet rings with the praise of the grey-plaided men.
Then hurrah-ra-ra for the Covenanting men,
Whose praise yet resounds through the lone winding glen;
Reap smiles from the men who rejoice in our tears!
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That yet rings with the praise of the grey-plaided men.
Then hurrah-ra-ra for the Covenanting men,
Whose praise yet resounds through the lone winding glen;
For the gay cavaliers
Sowed the land with blood and tears;
But her front Freedom rears
With the grey-plaided men!
Sowed the land with blood and tears;
But her front Freedom rears
With the grey-plaided men!
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