And each forester blithe, from his mountain descending, | Then up with the Banner, let forest winds fan her, Bounds light o'er the heather to join in the game. CHORUS. Then up with the Banner, let forest winds fan her, With heart and with hand, like our fathers before. When the Southern invader spread waste and disorder, For around them were marshall'd the pride of the The Flowers of the Forest, the Bands of Buc CLEUCH. Then up with the Banner, &c. She has blazed over Ettrick eight ages and more; Lullaby of an Enfant Chief. AIR-" Cadul gu lo.” 2 1815. I. O, HUSH thee, my babie, thy sire was a knight, A Stripling's weak hand1 to our revel has borne her, But ere a bold foeman should scathe or should scorn her, A thousand true hearts would be cold on the ground. We forget each contention of civil dissension, And hail, like our brethren, HOME, DOUGLAS, and And ELLIOT and PRINGLE in pastime shall mingle, O ho ro, i ri ri, cadul gu lo, Then strip, lads, and to it, though sharp be the wea- When thy sleep shall be broken by trumpet and drum; ther, And if, by mischance, you should happen to fall, There are worse things in life than a tumble on heather, And life is itself but a game at foot-ball. And when it is over, we'll drink a blithe measure sure, To the lads that have lost and the lads that have won, Then up with the Banner, &c. May the Forest still flourish, both Borough and Landward, From the hall of the Peer to the Herd's ingle-nook; And huzza! my brave hearts, for BUCCLEUCH and his standard, For the King and the Country, the Clan, and the 1 The bearer of the standard was the Author's eldest son. "Sleep on till day." These words, adapted to a melody somewhat different from the original, are sung in my friend Then hush thee, my darling, take rest while you may, Verses from Guy Mannering. 1815. (1.) SONGS OF MEG MERRILIES NATIVITY OF HARRY BERTRAM. Mr. Terry's drama of " Guy Mannering." [The "Lullaby" was first printed in Mr. Terry's drama: it was afterwards set to music in Thomson's Collection. 1822.1 But was she, too, a phantom, the Maid who stood by, And her voice that was moulded to melody's thrill, Oh! would it had been so,-not then this poor heart Jock of Hazeldean. AIR-A Border Melody. 1816. The first stanza of this Ballad is ancient. The others were written for Mr. Campbell's Albyn's Anthology. I. "WHY weep ye by the tide, ladie Why weep ye by the tide ? I'll wed ye to my youngest son, Sae comely to be seen 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 "— But aye she loot the tears down fa' For Jock of Hazeldean. III. "A chain of gold ye sall not lack, IV. The kirk was deck'd at morning-tide, She's o'er the Border, and awa' 1 First published in Mr. G. Thomson's Collection of Irish Airs. 1816. 2 In ancient Irish poetry, the standard of Fion, or Fingal, is called the Sun-burst, an epithet feebly rendered by the Sunbeam of Macpherson. |