When in my arms, wi' a' thy charms, BRAVING ANGRY WINTER'S TUNE-Neil Gow's Lamentation for Abercairny. WHERE, braving angry winter's storms, Far in their shade my Peggy's charms As one who by some savage stream, Astonish'd, doubly marks its beam, Blest be the wild, sequester'd shade, The tyrant death, with grim control, BRUCE'S ADDRESS. TUNE-Hey Tuttie Taittie. SCOTS, wha hae wi' Wallace bled, Now's the day, and now's the hour; Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha for Scotland's king and law By oppression's woes and pains! Lay the proud usurpers low! BUT LATELY SEEN. TUNE-The Winter of Life. BUT lately seen in gladsome green, On winter blasts awa! But my white pow, nae kindly thowe And nights o' sleepless pain! BY ALLAN STREAM I CHANC'D TO ROVE. TUNE-Allan Water. By Allan stream I chanc'd to rove, I listen'd to a lover's sang, And thought on youthfu' pleasures mony; And aye the wild-wood echoes rangOh, dearly do I love thee, Annie! Oh, happy be the woodbine bower, The place and time I met my dearie ! Her head upon my throbbing breast, She, sinking, said, "I'm thine for ever!" While mony a kiss the seal imprest, The sacred vow, we ne'er should sever. The haunt o' spring's the primrose brae, The simmer joys the flocks to follow; How cheery thro' her shortening day, Is Autumn in her weeds o' yellow! But can they melt the glowing heart, Or chain the soul in speechless pleasure? Or thro' each nerve the rapture dart, Like meeting her, our bosom's treasure? CALEDONIA. TUNE-Caledonian Hunt's Delight. THERE was once a day-but old Time then was young That brave Caledonia, the chief of her line, From some of your northern deities sprung, (Who knows not that brave Caledonia's divine?) From Tweed to the Orcades was her domain, To hunt, or to pasture, or do what she would: Her heav'nly relations there fixed her reign, And pledg'd her their godheads to warrant it good. A lambkin in peace, but a lion in war, 66 sport, With tillage or pasture at times she would [ling corn; To feed her fair flocks by her green rustBut chiefly the woods were her fav'rite resort, Her darling amusement the hounds and the horn. Long quiet she reign'd; till thitherward steers A flight of bold eagles from Adria's strand: Repeated, successive, for many long years, They darken'd the air, and they plunder'd the land; cry, Their pounces were murder, and terror their [side; They'd conquer'd and ruin'd a world beShe took to her hills, and her arrows let flyThe daring invaders they fled or they died. The fell harpy-raven took wing from the north, [the shore; The scourge of the seas, and the dread of The wild Scandinavian boar issu'd forth To wanton in carnage, and wallow in gore: O'er countries and kingdoms their fury prevail'd, [repel; No arts could appease them, no arms could But brave Caledonia in vain they assailed, As Largs well can witness, and Loncartie tell. |