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White his shroud as the mountain snow,
Larded with sweet flowers,
Jog on, jog on, the footpath way,
And merrily hent the stile-a :
Farewell to the mountains high cover'd with snow ; Farewell to the straths and green valleys below; Farewell to the forests and wild-hanging woods ; Farewell to the torrents and loud-pouring floods. larded] stuck all over with.
hent] seize, lay hand on. straths] low alluvial land, waterside meadows.
My heart 's in the Highlands, my heart is not here;
GIVE to me the life I love,
Let the lave go by me,
And the by-way nigh me.
Bread I dip in the river-
There's the life for ever.
Not to winter even !
Let the blow fall soon or late,
Let what will be o'er me;
And the road before me.
Nor a friend to know me.
On the Hearth-Rug
' LITTLE tongue of red-brown flame,
?'-' Whence I came ;
* Once I was a sunbeam fair,
Steely lightning struck the bough,
"Now I sparkle once again,
If thou wast still, O stream,
Thou would'st be frozen now :
Thy current warm would flow.
But wild thou art and rough ;
And so the bitter breeze,
THE Minstrel-boy to the war is gone,
In the ranks of death you 'll find him ;
And his wild harp slung behind him.-
'Though all the world betrays thee,
One faithful harp shall praise thee !"
The Minstrel fell !-but the foeman's chain
Could not bring his proud soul under;
For he tore its chords asunder;
Thou soul of love and bravery !
re Mariners of England
That guard our native seas !
The battle and the breeze !
And sweep through the deep,
The spirits of your fathers
Shall start from every wave-
And Ocean was their grave :
As ye sweep through the deep,
Britannia needs no bulwarks,
No towers along the steep;
Her home is on the deep.
As they roar on the shore,