Heath flowers being a collection of poems, chiefly lyrical, written in the Highlands. By William Glen |
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THE HIGHLAND SOLDIER's SONG. |
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THE HIGHLAND SOLDIER's SONG.
Gie me the hills, the highland hills, whare stormy tempests blaw,
Gie me the lofty mountain-taps, tho' they are clad wi' snaw;
For there the hardy Highlander looks owre the lowly dale,
Rejoicing in the stormy blast, the music o' the gale.
There, frae the heathy mountains, where our forefathers bled,
And mony a haughty Roman gat his everlasting bed,
There came a dauntless gallant band, whom freedom ca's her ain,
Wha spread wide ruin thro' the ranks, that threatned humble Spain.
Gie me the lofty mountain-taps, tho' they are clad wi' snaw;
For there the hardy Highlander looks owre the lowly dale,
Rejoicing in the stormy blast, the music o' the gale.
There, frae the heathy mountains, where our forefathers bled,
And mony a haughty Roman gat his everlasting bed,
There came a dauntless gallant band, whom freedom ca's her ain,
Wha spread wide ruin thro' the ranks, that threatned humble Spain.
Led on by our ain noble chiefs, we broke the ranks o' France,
The lightning o' a highland e'e bade wild dismay advance,
Whare havoc mark'd the battle, there our stormy war-pipes rav'd,
And foremost in Vittoria's fight, the highland bonnet wav'd!
The lightning o' a highland e'e bade wild dismay advance,
Whare havoc mark'd the battle, there our stormy war-pipes rav'd,
And foremost in Vittoria's fight, the highland bonnet wav'd!
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