The Cameleon-savage disturb'd her repose, With tumult, disquiet, rebellion, and strife; Provok'd beyond bearing, at last she arose, And robb'd him at once of his hopes and his life: The Anglian lion, the terror of France, Oft prowling, ensanguin'd the Tweed's silver flood: But, taught by the bright Caledonian lance, He learned to fear in his own native wood. Thus bold, independent, unconquer'd, and free, Her bright course of glory for ever shall run: For brave Caledonia immortal must be; I'll prove it from Euclid as clear as the sun: Rectangle-triangle the figure we'll choose, The upright is Chance, and old Time is the base; But brave Caledonia's the hypothenuse; Then ergo, she'll match them, and match them always. - CAN I CEASE TO CARE. TUNE-Aye wakin 0. CHORUS. LONG, long the night Heavy comes the morrow, Is on her bed of sorrow. Can I cease to care, Is on the couch of anguish ? Every fear is terror; Every dream is horror. CANST THOU LEAVE ME THUS, MY KATY? TUNE-Roy's Wife. CHORUS. CANST thou leave me thus, my Katy? Canst thou leave me thus, my Katy? Well thou knowest my aching heart, And canst thou leave me thus for pity? Is this thy plighted, fond regard, Thus cruelly to part, my Katy? Is this thy faithful swain's rewardAn aching, broken heart, my Katy? Farewell! and ne'er such sorrows tear That fickle heart of thine, my Katy! Thou mayst find those will love thee dearBut not a love like mine, my Katy. CASSILLIS' BANKS. TUNE-Unknown. Now bank and brae are claith'd in green, The child wha boasts o' warld's walth Ah! fortune canna gie me mair. CA' THE YOWES TO THE KNOWES. CHORUS. CA' the yowes to the knowes, Hark the mavis' evening sang |