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On the Abdication of Napoleon.
Oh, stately now will be Moscow!
Green laurels on her banks may grow,
For haughty Paris is laid low,
Nae shelt'rin' bield she'll have o't.
Green laurels on her banks may grow,
For haughty Paris is laid low,
Nae shelt'rin' bield she'll have o't.
Bourbon's gay lily fair will bloom;
The eagle's got a bloody tomb;
And whare's the stamm'ring king o' Rome,
Papa, and a' the lave o't?
The eagle's got a bloody tomb;
And whare's the stamm'ring king o' Rome,
Papa, and a' the lave o't?
France may rejoice from shore to shore,
She sees her snaw-white flag once more,
An's dashed awa the tri-color,
Nae mair to be the slave o't.
She sees her snaw-white flag once more,
An's dashed awa the tri-color,
Nae mair to be the slave o't.
Huzza for Alexander! now
He's weel performed his fearless vow,
May laurels wave round Blucher's brow,
Wha'll endless glory have o't.
He's weel performed his fearless vow,
May laurels wave round Blucher's brow,
Wha'll endless glory have o't.
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Gae wreaths to them wha fame ha'e won,
And the brightest 'twine for Erin's son—
Oh noble, glorious Wellington
A deathless name will have o't!
And the brightest 'twine for Erin's son—
Oh noble, glorious Wellington
A deathless name will have o't!
Spain weel may bless wi' gratefu' e'e,
The conqueror wha set her free;
And France adore with bended knee.
Him wha ilk inch did save o't.
The conqueror wha set her free;
And France adore with bended knee.
Him wha ilk inch did save o't.
Elba's great king, like some crush'd flower,
Wha ance rejoiced in godlike power,
Kens there's nae sweet but has its sour—
Scarce Elba-room he'll have o't?
Wha ance rejoiced in godlike power,
Kens there's nae sweet but has its sour—
Scarce Elba-room he'll have o't?
Bright as a glorious orb of day
Has been our noble Regent's sway;
Then here's to him and Castlereagh,
Britain, and a' the brave o't!
Has been our noble Regent's sway;
Then here's to him and Castlereagh,
Britain, and a' the brave o't!
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