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THE POEMS OF BURNS.
Lo, from the shades of Death's deep night,
Departed Whigs enjoy the fight,
And think on former daring:
The muffled murtherer of Charles
The Magna Charta flag unfurls,
All deadly gules it's bearing.
Departed Whigs enjoy the fight,
And think on former daring:
The muffled murtherer of Charles
The Magna Charta flag unfurls,
All deadly gules it's bearing.
Nor wanting ghosts of Tory fame,
Bold Scrimgeour follows gallant Graham,
Auld Covenanters shiver.
(Forgive, forgive, much wrong'd Montrose!
Now death and hell engulf thy foes,
Thou liv'st on high for ever!)
Bold Scrimgeour follows gallant Graham,
Auld Covenanters shiver.
(Forgive, forgive, much wrong'd Montrose!
Now death and hell engulf thy foes,
Thou liv'st on high for ever!)
Still o'er the field the combat burns,
The Tories, Whigs, give way by turns;
But Fate the word has spoken.
For woman's wit and strength o' man,
Alas! can do but what they can!
The Tory ranks are broken.
The Tories, Whigs, give way by turns;
But Fate the word has spoken.
For woman's wit and strength o' man,
Alas! can do but what they can!
The Tory ranks are broken.
O that my een were flowing burns!
My voice a lioness that mourus
Her darling cubs' undoing
That I might greet, that I might cry,
While Tories fall, while Tories fly,
And furious Whigs pursuing.
My voice a lioness that mourus
Her darling cubs' undoing
That I might greet, that I might cry,
While Tories fall, while Tories fly,
And furious Whigs pursuing.
What Whig but melts for good Sir James?
Dear to his country by the names
Friend, patron, benefactor!
Not Pulteney's wealth can Pulteney save!
And Hopeton falls, the generous brave!
And Stewart, bold as Hector!
Dear to his country by the names
Friend, patron, benefactor!
Not Pulteney's wealth can Pulteney save!
And Hopeton falls, the generous brave!
And Stewart, bold as Hector!
Thou, Pitt, shalt rue this overthrow;
And Thurlow growl a curse of woe;
And Melville melt in wailing
How Fox and Sheridan rejoice!
And Burke shall sing, 'O Prince, arise,
Thy power is all-prevailing!'
And Thurlow growl a curse of woe;
And Melville melt in wailing
How Fox and Sheridan rejoice!
And Burke shall sing, 'O Prince, arise,
Thy power is all-prevailing!'
For your poor friend, the Bard, afar
He only hears and sees the war,
A cool spectator purely!
So, when the storm the forest rends,
The robin in the hedge descends,
And sober chirps securely.
He only hears and sees the war,
A cool spectator purely!
So, when the storm the forest rends,
The robin in the hedge descends,
And sober chirps securely.