THE BONNETS OF BONNIE DUNDEE. 363 But the melody died 'mid derision and laughter, As the host of ungodly rushed on to the slaughter. Though in mist, and in darkness, and fire they were shrouded, THE BONNETS OF BONNIE DUNDEE. To the lords of convention 't was Claverhouse who spoke, "Ere the king's crown shall fall there are crowns to be broke; So let each cavalier who loves honor and me Yet the souls of the righteous were calm and Come follow the bonnets of bonnie Dundee !" unclouded; Their dark eyes flashed lightning, as, firm and unbending, They stood like the rock which the thunder is rending. The muskets were flashing, the blue swords were gleaming, Come fill up my cup, come fill up my can; men; Come open the Westport and let us gang free, And it's room for the bonnets of bonnie The helmets were cleft, and the red blood Dundee he is mounted, he rides up the street, was streaming, The heavens grew dark, and the thunder was rolling, When in Wellwood's dark muirlands the mighty were falling. When the righteous had fallen, and the combat was ended, A chariot of fire through the dark cloud descended; Its drivers were angels on horses of white ness And its burning wheels turned upon axles of brightness. A seraph unfolded its doors bright and shining, The bells are rung backward, the drums they are beat; But the provost, douce man, said, "Just e'en The gude toun is well quit of that deil of Come лll up my cup, come fill up my can men; Come open the Westport and let us gang And it's room for the bonnets of bonnie As he rode doun the sanctified bends of the Ilk carline was flyting and shaking her pow; All dazzling like gold of the seventh refin- But the young plants of grace they looked cowthie and slee, ing, And the souls that came forth out of great Thinking, Luck to thy bonnet, thou bonnie There was spite in each look, there was fear in each ee, As they watched for the bonnets of bonnie Come fill up my cup, come fill up my can; men; Come open the Westport and let us gang free, And it's room for the bonnets of bonnie Dundee ! These cowls of Kilmarnock had spits and had spears. And lang-hafted gullies to kill cavaliers; But they shrunk to close-heads, and the causeway was free At the toss of the bonnet of bonnie Dundee. Come fill up my cup, come fill up my can ; Come saddle your horses, and call up your men: Come open the Westport and let us gang free, And it's room for the bonnets of bonnie Dundee ! He spurred to the foot of the proud castle rock, And with the gay Gordon he gallantly spoke: "Let Mons Meg and her marrows speak twa words or three, For the love of the bonnet of bonnie Dundee." Come fill up my cup, come fill up my can; Come saddle your horses, and call up your men; Come open the Westport and let us gang free, Come fill up my cup, come fill up my can; Come saddle your horses, and call up your men; Come open the Westport and let us gang free, And it's room for the bonnets of bonnie Dundee ! "There are hills beyond Pentland and lands beyond Forth; If there's lords in the Lowlands, there's chiefs in the north; There are wild Duniewassals three thousand times three Will cry 'Hoigh!' for the bonnet of bonnie Come fill up my cup, come fill up my can; men; Come oper the Westport and let us gang free, And it's room for the bonnets of bonnie Dundee ! "There's brass on the target of barkened bull-hide, There's steel in the scabbard that dangles bo side; The brass shall be burnished, the steel shall flash free, At a toss of the bonnet of bonnie Dundee. Come fill up my cup, come fill up my can; men; Come open the Westport and let us gang free, And it's room for the bonnets of bonnie Dundee ! "Away to the hills, to the caves, to the rocks, Ere I own an usurper I'll couch with the fox; And it's room for the bonnets of bonnie And tremble, false whigs, in the midst of Dundee ! HERE'S TO THE KING, SIR! 365 He waved his proud hand, and the trumpets | I gae then, my lass, to win honor and fame, were blown, And if I should luck to come gloriously hame, The kettle-drums clashed, and the horsemen I'll bring a heart to thee with love running rode on, o'er, Till on Ravelston's cliffs and on Clermiston's And then I'll leave thee and Lochaber nc lea Died away the wild war-notes of bonnie Dun dee. Come fill up my cup, come fill up my can; Come saddle the horses, and call up the men; Come open your doors and let me gae free, For it's up with the bonnets of bonnie Dundee! SIR WALTER SCOTT. LOCHABER NO MORE. FAREWELL to Lochaber! and farewell, my Jean, Where heartsome with thee I hae mony day been! For Lochaber no more, Lochaber no more, We'll maybe return to Lochaber no more! These tears that I shed they are a' for my dear, And no for the dangers attending on war, Though borne on rough seas to a far bloody shore, Maybe to return to Lochaber no more. Though hurricanes rise, and rise every wind, They'll ne'er make a tempest like that in my mind; Though loudest of thunder on louder waves roar, That's naething like leaving my love on the shore. To leave thee behind me my heart is sair pained; By ease that's inglorious no fame can be gained; And beauty and love's the reward of the brave, And I must deserve it before I can crave. Then glory, my Jeany, maun plead my ex cuse; Since honor commands me, how can I refuse? Without it I ne'er can have merit for thee, And without thy favor I'd better not be. more. ALLAN RAMSAY. HERE'S TO THE KING, SIR' HERE's to the king, sir! Fill, fill your bumpers high; Here's to the chieftains Fill, fill your bumpers high; When you hear the trumpet's sound Fill, fill your bumpers high; Here's to the king o' Swede! Fill, fill your bumpers high; But to make a' things right now, Fill, fill your bumpers high ; Drain, drain your glasses dry ; Out upon him!—fie! oh, fie!— That winna do 't again. ANONYMOUS. CHARLIE IS MY DARLING. "T WAS on a Monday morning Richt early in the year, That Charlie cam' to our toun, The young chevalier. And Charlie he's my darling, My darling, my darling; The young chevalier! As he was walking up the street, Oh, there he spied a bonnie lass The young chevalier! Say licht's he jumped up the stair, And wha sae ready as hersel' To let the laddie in? And Charlie he's my darling, My darling, my darling; He set his Jenny on his knee, All in his Highland dress; For brawly weel he kenned the way To please a bonnie lass. And Charlie he's my darling, My darling, my darling; It's up yon heathery mountain, ANONYMOUS, THE GALLANT GRAHAMS. To wear the blue I think it best, And I'll wear it for the gallant Grahams I'll crown them east, I'll crown them west, And ne'er were slack their swords to draw They wan the day wi' Wallace wight; They were the lords o' the south countrie; Cheer up your hearts, brave cavaliers, Till the gallant Grahams come o'er the sea. At the Gouk head, where their camp was set, They rade the white horse and the gray, A' glancing in their plated armor, As the gowd shines in a summer's day. But woe to Hacket, and Strachan baith, And ever an ill death may they die, For they betrayed the gallant Grahams, That aye were true to majesty. Now fare ye weel, sweet Ennerdale, Baith kith and kin that I could name; Oh, I would sell my silken snood To see the gallant Grahams come hame. ANONYMOUS KENMURE'S ON AND AWA. Он, Kenmure's on and awa, Willie! Oh, Kenmure 's on and awa! And Kenmure's lord's the bravest lord That ever Galloway saw. Success to Kenmure's band, Willie ! Success to Kenmure's band; There's no a heart that fears a Whig That rides by Kenmure's hand. |