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19. DEAD DUNDEE
SOUND the fife,
the Lo! we bring with us the hero— slogan
Lo! we bring the conquering Let the pibroch shake the air
Graeme, With its wild triumphal music, Crowned as but becomes a victor
Worthy of the freight we bear. From the altar of his fame ; Let the ancient hills of Scotland Fresh and bleeding from the battle
Hear once more the battle song Whence his spirit took its flight, Swell within their glens and Midst the crashing charge of valleys
squadrons, As the clansmen march along ! And the thunder of the fight! Never from the field of combat, Strike, I say, the notes of triumph,
Never from the deadly fray, As we march o'er moor and lea ! Was a nobler trophy carried Is there any here will venture
Than we bring with us to-day ; To bewail our dead Dundee ? Never, since the valiant Douglas Let the widows of the traitors
On his dauntless bosom bore Weep until their eyes are dim! Good King Robert's heart—the
may full well
ScotlandTo our dear Redeemer's shore ! Let none dare to mourn for him !
W. E. AYTOUN (The Burial March of Dundee).
20. THE REFUSAL OF CHARON
Why look the distant mountains
So gloomy and so drear ?
Or is the tempest near ?
Is there, nor wind nor rain'Tis Charon that is passing by,
With all his gloomy train.
They totter by his side ;
And earnestly they pray-
him To grant some brief delay.
*O Charon! halt, we pray thee,
Beside some little town,
Where the waters wimple down!
The young the disc will fling, And the tender little children
Pluck flowers beside the spring.' 'I will not stay my journey,
Nor halt by any town, Near any sparkling fountain,
Where the waters wimple down: The mothers coming to the well Would know the babes they
bore, The wives would clasp their hus
bands, Nor could I part them more.'
W. E. AYTOUN.
21. THE WORLD'S A BUBBLE
Less than a span :
So to the tomb;
With cares and fears.
FRANCIS BACON, LORD VERULAM.
22. LUCIFER'S SONG
One smile-'twill light, one tearThan all the stars which burn,
'twill cool; More dazzling art thou than the These will be more to me throne
Than all the wealth of all the worlds, We fallen dared to spurn.
Or boundless power could be.
P. J. BAILEY (Festus).
23. WE LIVE IN DEEDS
P. J. BAILEY (Festus).
24. FISHERMAN'S SONG
Push bravely, mates ! Our guiding star
25. LIFE! I KNOW NOT WHAT THOU ART
LIFE! I know not what thou art,
Life! we've been long together
Choose thine own time;
A. L. BARBAULD.
SWEET daughter of a rough and Sweet is thy reign, but short: the stormy sire,
red dogstar Hoar Winter's blooming child, Shall scorch thy tresses; and the delightful Spring !
Thy greens, thy flowerets all,
Remorseless shall destroy.
O thou, whose powerful voice, Can aught for thee atone,
Fair Spring! whose simplest proOr Lydian flute, can soothe the mise more delights, madding winds,
Than all their largest wealth, and
With softest influence breathes.
27. AS I LAYE A-THYNKYNGE
The last lines of · Thomas Ingoldsby'
There came a noble Knyghte,
Free and gaye ;
There seemed a crimson plain,
A lovely Mayde came bye,
And a vowe ;
No more a youth was there,
• That I was borne !'
There came a lovely Childe,
On his sire ;
That joyous smile was gone,
As I laye a-thynkynge, the golden sun was sinking,
With a thousand glorious dyes,
As to her nest;
Follow, follow me away,
R. H. BARHAM.
28. AULD ROBIN GRAY WHEN the sheep are in the fauld, when the cows come hame, And a' the weary warld to quiet rest are gane, The woes of my heart fa' in showers frae my ee Unkenned by my gudeman, who soundly sleeps by me. Young Jamie loo'd me weel, and sought me for his bride ; But saving ae crown-piece he'd naething else beside. To make the crown a pound, my Jamie gaed to sea ; And the crown and the pound, oh! they were baith for me! Before he had been gane a twelvemonth and a day, My father brak his arm, our cow was stown away ; My mother she fell sick-my Jamie was at seaAnd Auld Robin Gray, oh! he came a-courting me. My father cou’dna work-my mother cou’dna spin ; I toiled day and night, but their bread I cou’dna win, Auld Rob maintained them baith, and wi' tears in his ee Said, “Jenny, oh! for their sakes, will you marry me?' My heart it said na, and I looked for Jamie back; But hard blew the winds, and his ship was a wrack ; His ship it was a wrack! Why didna Jenny dee ? Or, wherefore am I spared to cry out, Woe is me ? My father argued sair—my mother didna speak, But she looked in my face till my heart was like to break; They gied him my hand, but my heart was in the sea ; And so Auld Robin Gray, he was gudeman to me. I hadna been his wife a week but only four, When mournfu' as I sat on the stane at my door, I saw my Jamie's ghaist-I cou'dna think it he, Till he said: 'I'm come hame, my love, to marry thee!'