Ballads and lyrics . tain,The more shall Clan-Alpine exult in her in the rifted rock,Proof to the tempests shock,Firmer he roots him the ruder it blow; Menteith and Breadalbane, then,Echo his praise again, Roderigh Vich Alpine dhu, ho! ieroe! Proudly our pibroch has thrilled in Glen Fruin, And Bannachars groans to our slogan replied,Glen Luss and Boss-dhu, they are smoking in ruin,And the best of Loch-Lomond lie dead on her and Saxon maidLonor shall lament our aid,Think of Clan-Alpine with fear and with wo;Lennox and Leven-glenShake when they hear again,* Roderigh Yich
Ballads and lyrics . tain,The more shall Clan-Alpine exult in her in the rifted rock,Proof to the tempests shock,Firmer he roots him the ruder it blow; Menteith and Breadalbane, then,Echo his praise again, Roderigh Vich Alpine dhu, ho! ieroe! Proudly our pibroch has thrilled in Glen Fruin, And Bannachars groans to our slogan replied,Glen Luss and Boss-dhu, they are smoking in ruin,And the best of Loch-Lomond lie dead on her and Saxon maidLonor shall lament our aid,Think of Clan-Alpine with fear and with wo;Lennox and Leven-glenShake when they hear again,* Roderigh Yich Alpine dhu, ho! ieroe ! Row, vassals, row, for the pride of the highlands! Stretch to your oars for the evergreen pine!0 that the rose-bud that graces yon islandsWere wreathed in a garland around him to twine!O that some seedling such noble and blessed in their shadow might grow!Loud should Clan-Alpine thenRing from the deepmost glen,* Roderigh Vich Alpine dhu, ho! ieroe! * Sir Waltkr Scott. i. SEA-SONG. 135 SEA-SONG. A WET sheet and a flowing sea, ^ A wind tlint follows fast I And fills the wliite and rustling sail f And bends the gallant mast; . And bends the gallant mast, my boys, i While, like the eagle free, [? Away the good ship flies, and leaves « Old England on the lee. t O for a soft and gentle wind! I heard a fair one cry ;But <Av(i to me the snorino; breeze, And white waves heavinij: hi<]rli;And white waves heaving high, my lads, The good ship tight and free, —The world of waters is our home. And merry men are we. There s tempest in yon horned moon, And liiihlniiijj: in von cloud ;But hark the music, mariners! I The wind is piping loud; I The wind is pii)ing loud, my boys. The lightning flashes free, —While the hollow oak our pala(;e is, Our heritajje the sea. Allan Cunnincjiiam.^ 1 Allan CuNNiNcnrAivi, born in Scotland in 1785, was tho sonof a gardener. In 1810 lie removed to liondon, where lie wrotefor the press, and in 1814 obtai
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