25 Louder, louder chant the lay, Tell them youth, and mirth, and glee, Time, stern huntsman! who can baulk, 30 Stanch as hound, and fleet as hawk; Think of this, and rise with day, Gentle lords and ladies gay. JOCK OF HAZELDEAN (1816) I. "Why weep ye by the tide, ladie? 5 And ye sall be his bride, ladie, 10 But aye she loot the tears down fa' II. "Now let this wilfu' grief be done, His step is first in peaceful ha', 20 III. "A chain of gold ye sall not lack, Nor mettled hound, nor managed hawk, And you, the foremost of them a', 25 30 IV. The kirk was deck'd at morning-tide, The priest and bridegroom wait the bride, They sought her baith by bower and ha'; She's o'er the border and awa' Wi' Jock of Hazeldean. MADGE WILDFIRE'S SONG (From The Heart of Midlothian, 1818) "Proud Maisie is in the wood, Sweet Robin sits on the bush, 5 "Tell me, thou bonny bird, 10 "Who makes the bridal bed, 'The grey-headed sexton, That delves the grave duly. The glow-worm o'er grave and stone 15 The owl from the steeple sing, 'Welcome, proud lady."" BORDER BALLAD (From The Monastery, 1820) I. March, march, Ettrick and Teviotdale, Why the deil dinna ye march forward in order? March, march, Eskdale and Liddesdale, All the Blue Bonnets are bound for the Border. Flutters above your head, Many a crest that is famous in story; Mount and make ready then, Sons of the mountain glen, 10 Fight for the Queen and the old Scottish glory! 15 II. Come from the hills where the hirsels are graz ing, Come from the glen of the buck and the roe; Come to the crag where the beacon is blazing, Come with the buckler, the lance, and the bow. Trumpets are sounding, War-steeds are bounding, Stand to your arms then, and march in good order: England shall many a day Tell of the bloody fray, 20 When the Blue Bonnets came over the Border! COUNTY GUY (From Quentin Durward, 1823) "Ah! County Guy, the hour is nigh, The orange-flower perfumes the bower, 5 The lark, his lay who thrill'd all day, 10 Breeze, bird, and flower, confess the hour, "The village maid steals through the shade, Her shepherd's suit to hear; To beauty shy, by lattice high, Sings high-born Cavalier. The star of Love, all stars above, 15 And high and low the influence know— Thomas Campbell 1777-1844 YE MARINERS OF ENGLAND (1800) Ye mariners of England That guard our native seas, Whose flag has braved a thousand years 5 Your glorious standard launch again And sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow; While the battle rages loud and long, 10 And the stormy winds do blow. The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave! For the deck it was their field of fame, 15 Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell Britannia needs no bulwark, Her march is o'er the mountain waves, 25 With thunders from her native oak As they roar on the shore, Where the stormy winds do blow; When the battle rages loud and long, 30 And the stormy winds do blow. The meteor flag of England Till danger's troubled night depart 35 Then, then, ye ocean warriors! When the storm has ceased to blow; When the fiery fight is heard no more, 40 And the storm has ceased to blow. |