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THE PROUD TRICOLOR.

The proud Tricolor o'er the broad field is waving,
The Eagles are marshalled in dazzling array;
At times thro' the armies the clarions are raving,
And fame stands on tiptoe for Waterloo day:
The armourers clang breaks the stillness of even,
While the outpost's alarms are at intervals given,
And the stars all unveiled in the blue arch of heaven,
Seem to twinkle with pity on wide Waterloo.
The breast of the Hero with glory is swelling,
And my bosom heaves for the Maid I adore;
Sweet hope! let my soul for a time be thy dwelling,
And say I'll revisit the haunts of Strathmore;
Now welcome the battle, the Hero's high pleasure,
O! strong be the Claymore, the Highlander's treasure,
Let pibrochs, in true Caledonian measure,
Sound nobly to-morrow on wide Waterloo.