Over hill, over valley, o'er dale, and o'er down; Heaven shield the brave Gallant that fights for the Crown!

5 He has doff'd the silk doublet the breast-plate to

bear,

He has placed the steel-cap o'er his long flowing

hair,

From his belt to his stirrup his broadsword hangs down,

Heaven shield the brave Gallant that fights for the Crown!

For the rights of fair England that broadsword he draws;

10 Her King is his leader, her Church is his cause; His watchword is honour, his pay is renown,God strike with the Gallant that strikes for the Crown!

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They may boast of their Fairfax, their Waller, and all

The round-headed rebels of Westminster Hall; 15 But tell those bold traitors of London's proud

town,

That the spears of the North have encircled the
Crown.

There's Derby and Cavendish, dread of their

foes;

There's Erin's high Ormond, and Scotland's
Montrose!

Would you match the base Skippon, and Massey,
and Brown,

20 With the Barons of England, that fight for the

Crown?

Now joy to the crest of the brave Cavalier!
Be his banner unconquer'd, resistless his spear,
Till in peace and in triumph his toils he may
drown,

.

In a pledge to fair England, her Church, and her
Crown.

HUNTING SONG

(1808)

Waken, lords and ladies gay,
On the mountain dawns the day;
All the jolly chase is here

With hawk, and horse, and hunting-spear;
5 Hounds are in their couples yelling,
Hawks are whistling, horns are knelling,
Merrily, merrily, mingle they,

"Waken, lords and ladies gay."

Waken, lords and ladies gay,

10 The mist has left the mountain gray,

Springlets in the dawn are steaming,
Diamonds on the brake are gleaming;
And foresters have busy been

To track the buck in thicket green;
15 Now we come to chant our lay,
"Waken, lords and ladies gay."

Waken, lords and ladies gay,
To the green-wood haste away;
We can show you where he lies,
20 Fleet of foot, and tall of size;

We can show the marks he made,
When 'gainst the oak his antlers frayed;
You shall see him brought to bay,

"Waken, lords and ladies gay."

25 Louder, louder chant the lay,
Waken, lords and ladies gay!

Tell them youth, and mirth, and glee,
Run a course as well as we;

Time, stern huntsman! who can baulk, 30 Stanch as hound, and fleet as hawk; Think of this, and rise with day, Gentle lords and ladies gay.

JOCK OF HAZELDEAN

(1816)

I.

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Why weep ye by the tide, ladie?
Why weep ye by the tide?

I'll wed ye to my youngest son,
And ye sall be his bride:

5 And ye sall be his bride, ladie,
Sae comely to be seen

10

But aye she loot the tears down fa'
For Jock of Hazeldean.

II.

"Now let this wilfu' grief be done, And dry that cheek so pale; Young Frank is chief of Errington And lord of Langley-dale;

His step is first in peaceful ha',

His sword in battle keen

15 But aye she loot the tears down fa' For Jock of Hazeldean.

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III.

"A chain of gold ye sall not lack,
Nor braid to bind your hair;

Nor mettled hound, nor managed hawk,
Nor palfrey fresh and fair;

But aye she loot the tears down fa'
For Jock of Hazeldean.

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IV.

The kirk was deck'd at morning-tide,
The tapers glimmered fair;

The priest and bridegroom wait the bride
And dame and knight are there:

They sought her baith by bower and ha';
The ladie was not seen!

She's o'er the border and awa'
Wi' Jock of Hazeldean.

MADGE WILDFIRE'S SONG

From The Heart of Midlothian, 1818)

"Proud Maisie is in the wood,
Walking so early;

Sweet Robin sits on the bush,
Singing so rarely.

5 "Tell me, thou bonny bird,
When shall I marry me?'
'When six braw gentlemen
Kirkward shall carry ye.'

10

"Who makes the bridal bed,
Birdie, say truly? '—

'The grey-headed sexton,

That delves the grave duly.

5

The glow-worm o'er grave and stone
Shall light thee steady;

15 The owl from the steeple sing,
'Welcome, proud lady.'"

BORDER BALLAD

(From The Monastery, 1820)

I.

March, march, Ettrick and Teviotdale,

Why the deil dinna ye march forward in order?
March, march, Eskdale and Liddesdale,

All the Blue Bonnets are bound for the Border.
Many a banner spread,

Flutters above your head,

Many a crest that is famous in story;

Mount and make ready then,

Sons of the mountain glen,

10 Fight for the Queen and the old Scottish glory!

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II.

Come from the hills where the hirsels are graz

ing,

Come from the glen of the buck and the roe; Come to the crag where the beacon is blazing, Come with the buckler, the lance, and the bow. Trumpets are sounding,

War-steeds are bounding,

Stand to your arms then, and march in good order;

England shall many a day

Tell of the bloody fray,

20 When the Blue Bonnets came over the Border!