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Where low-browed baseness wafts perfume to pride.
Nomen, high-minded men,
In forest, brake, or den,
Men, who their duties know,
Prevent the long-aimed blow,
These constitute a State,
O'er thrones and globes elate,
Smit by her sacred frown,
And e’en the all-dazzling crown
Such was this heaven-loved isle,
No more shall Freedom smile?
Since all must life resign,
'Tis folly to decline,
ON PARENT KNEES A NAKED NEW-BORN CHILD
shall walk in silk attire, And siller' hae to spare,
Gin ye'll consent to be his bride,
Nor think o' Donald mair.
Wi' a puir broken heart?
Gin frae my love I part?
Far dearer is to me;
I'll lay me doun and dee:
Brave Donald's fate to share;
Wi' a' its virtues rare.
His gentle manners wan my heart,
He gratefu' took the gift;
It wad be waur than theft.
The love he bears to me;
I'll lay me doun and dee.
MY MOTHER BIDS ME BIND MY HAIR
My mother bids me bind my hair
With bands of rosy hue,
And lace my bodice blue.
For why,' she cries, 'sit still and weep,
While others dance and play?'.
'Tis sad to think the days are gone
When those we love were near;
And while I spin my flaxen thread,
And sing my simple lay,
Now Lubin is away.
HERE's to the year that's awa'!
We will drink it in strong and in sma’;
And here's to ilk, etc.
Here's to the sodger who bled,
And the sailor who bravely did fa';
Their fame is alive, etc.
Here's to the friends we can trust
When storms of adversity blaw;
May they live, etc.
Mine be a cot beside the hill;
The swallow, oft, beneath my thatch,
Around my ivy'd porch shall spring
The village-church among the trees,
THE SLEEPING BEAUTY
SLEEP on, and dream of Heaven awhile
Ah, now soft blushes tinge her cheeks
She starts, she trembles, and she weeps!
Sleep on secure! Above controul
TIGER, tiger, burning bright
In what distant deeps or skies
And what shoulder and what art
What the hammer? What the chain?
When the stars threw down their spears,