Poems, on sacred and other subjects and songs, humorous and sentimental: By the late William Watt. Third edition of the songs only--with additional songs |
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WALLACE'S ADDRESS TO HIS ARMY BEFORE THE BATTLE OF FALKIRK. |
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WALLACE'S ADDRESS TO HIS ARMY BEFORE THE BATTLE OF FALKIRK.
Brave sons of Scotia, ever leal,
Long trained on war's terrific fiel',
Unsheath again the flaming steel,
To gain our country's liberty!
No truce can faithless Edward bind,
So base, ambitious is his mind;
Then let us, sword-in-hand, conjoined,
Quick burst the bands of tyranny!
Long trained on war's terrific fiel',
Unsheath again the flaming steel,
To gain our country's liberty!
No truce can faithless Edward bind,
So base, ambitious is his mind;
Then let us, sword-in-hand, conjoined,
Quick burst the bands of tyranny!
Oft have his crowded ranks, before,
Been drenched amid their reeking gore,
And lowly sunk to rise no more,
Afraid to fight, unfit to flee!
And, haply, ere the blazing sun
Shall set beyond the mountain's dun,
O'er gloomy Carron's banks shall run
Our glorious shouts of victory!
Been drenched amid their reeking gore,
And lowly sunk to rise no more,
Afraid to fight, unfit to flee!
And, haply, ere the blazing sun
Shall set beyond the mountain's dun,
O'er gloomy Carron's banks shall run
Our glorious shouts of victory!
Though jealous Cummin seeks the rear,
Or meanly flies, appalled by fear,
Yet Graham and Wallace still are here,
To share your fate, whate'er it be!
Let freedom's patriotic glow
Dispel all terror of the foe,
And Edward's host, ere long, may know
The power of firm fidelity!
Or meanly flies, appalled by fear,
Yet Graham and Wallace still are here,
To share your fate, whate'er it be!
Let freedom's patriotic glow
Dispel all terror of the foe,
And Edward's host, ere long, may know
The power of firm fidelity!
On Carron's banks, our sires have stood
The Roman ranks, who all subdued,
And taught those stern marauders proud,
They fought or died for liberty!
And shall the soul-ennobling glow
Have ceased in Scottish breasts to flow,
Undaunted sons of freedom? No!
To death or glory follow me!
The Roman ranks, who all subdued,
And taught those stern marauders proud,
They fought or died for liberty!
And shall the soul-ennobling glow
Have ceased in Scottish breasts to flow,
Undaunted sons of freedom? No!
To death or glory follow me!
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