Heath flowers being a collection of poems, chiefly lyrical, written in the Highlands. By William Glen |
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THE CLAYMORE SONG. |
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THE CLAYMORE SONG.
My Claymore, come forth from thy sleep in the sheath,
With pride I'll to-morrow thee wield;
O! ne'er quit my firm grasp, 'till, nerveless in death,
I am stretched on the glorious field;
Remember that thou art a Highlander's friend,
With my fathers thou'st conquered of yore;
Bear me thro' the fight, and my knees I will bend
To bless thee, my trusty Claymore.
With pride I'll to-morrow thee wield;
O! ne'er quit my firm grasp, 'till, nerveless in death,
I am stretched on the glorious field;
Remember that thou art a Highlander's friend,
With my fathers thou'st conquered of yore;
Bear me thro' the fight, and my knees I will bend
To bless thee, my trusty Claymore.
My Companion! to-morrow thou'lt grace Waterloo,
Where the peace of the world is at stake;
Ne'er depart from my hand, aye be loyal and true,
O! be faithful for auld Scotland's sake;
Be opposed to the mighty, let cowards still go,
Blush red when a traitor's before;
But if thou shouldst e'er meet a poor wounded foe,
Recollect thou'rt a Scottish Claymore.
Where the peace of the world is at stake;
Ne'er depart from my hand, aye be loyal and true,
O! be faithful for auld Scotland's sake;
Be opposed to the mighty, let cowards still go,
Blush red when a traitor's before;
But if thou shouldst e'er meet a poor wounded foe,
Recollect thou'rt a Scottish Claymore.
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Return to thy scabbard, I'll rouse up thy powers,
When the sun-beams awaken the morn;
And if I survive, and the victory ours,
To my home thou wilt proudly be borne:
As a noble memorial thou'lt then have thy due,
And my children, while eying thee o'er,
To the stranger will tell, that on famed Waterloo
Thou wert their old father's Claymore.
When the sun-beams awaken the morn;
And if I survive, and the victory ours,
To my home thou wilt proudly be borne:
As a noble memorial thou'lt then have thy due,
And my children, while eying thee o'er,
To the stranger will tell, that on famed Waterloo
Thou wert their old father's Claymore.
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