with critical observations and biographical notices, by Robert Burns
with critical observations and biographical notices, by Robert Burns with critical observations and biographical notices, by Robert Burns
164 And if there happen ever to be A difF'rence atween my wee wifie and me, In hearty good humour, although she be teaz^d^ I'll kiss her and clap her until she be pleas'd» Sae hide ye yet, S^c. HEY TUTTI TAITI. I HAVE met the tradition universally over Scot- land, and particularly about Stirling, in the neigh- • To this melody Burns adapted his celebrated address of Bruce at Bannockbum. His feelings on visiting the scene of that memorable battle are described in his unpublished journal in the Editor's possession, in language almost as sublime and energetic as that ofhis heart-rousing Poem, and they are both here inserted, that the reader may judge between the embryo and the full-grown offspring of his genius. " Bannockbum. Here no Scot can pass uninterested. I fancy to myself that I see my gallant, heroic countrymen coming o'er the hill, and down upon the plunderers of their country, the murderers of their fathers ; noble revenge and just hate glowing in every vein, striding more and more eagerly as they approach the oppressive, insulting, blood-thirsty foe! I see them meet, in gloriously triumphant congratulation, on the victorious field, exulting in their heroic royal Leader, and rescued liberty and independence I" ROBERT
165 bourhood of the scene, that this air was Robert Bruce's march at the battle of Bannockhurn. ROBERT BRUCE S ADDRESS TO HIS ARMY. Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled, Scots, wham Bruce has aften led Welcome to your gory bed, Or to glorious victorie. Now's the day, and now's the hour ^ See the front o' battle lour; See approach proud Edward's power Edward! chains and slaverie Wha will be a traitor knave ? Wha can fill a coward's grave ? Wha sae base as be a slave ? Traitor! coward! turn and flee! Wha for Scotland's king and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw. Free-man stand, or free-man fa', Caledonian ! on wi' me By oppression's woes and pains! By your sons in servile chains; We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be—shall be free Lay the proud usurpers low Tyrants fall in every foe; Liberty's in every blow Forward! let us do, or die!
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bourhood of the scene, that this air was <strong>Robert</strong><br />
Bruce's march at the battle of Bannockhurn.<br />
ROBERT BRUCE S ADDRESS TO HIS ARMY.<br />
Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled,<br />
Scots, wham Bruce has aften led<br />
Welcome to your gory bed,<br />
Or to glorious victorie.<br />
Now's the day, <strong>and</strong> now's the hour ^<br />
See the front o' battle lour;<br />
See approach proud Edward's power<br />
Edward! chains <strong>and</strong> slaverie<br />
Wha will be a traitor knave ?<br />
Wha can fill a coward's grave ?<br />
Wha sae base as be a slave ?<br />
Traitor! coward! turn <strong>and</strong> flee!<br />
Wha for Scotl<strong>and</strong>'s king <strong>and</strong> law<br />
Freedom's sword will strongly draw.<br />
Free-man st<strong>and</strong>, or free-man fa',<br />
Caledonian ! on wi' me<br />
By oppression's woes <strong>and</strong> pains!<br />
By your sons in servile chains;<br />
We will drain our dearest veins,<br />
But they shall be—shall be free<br />
Lay the proud usurpers low<br />
Tyrants fall in every foe;<br />
Liberty's in every blow<br />
Forward! let us do, or die!
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