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Nor then, with more delighted ear,
The circle round her drew, Than ours, when gather'd round to hear
Our songstress at Saint Cloud.
Few happy hours poor mortals pass,
Then give those hours their due, And rank among the foremost class
Our evenings at Saint Cloud.
Where, through battle's rout and reel,
And Morven long shall tell,
Of conquest as he fell.4
The Dance of Death.
Faint and low they crew,
Where the soldier lay,
Though death should come with day.
When down the destined plain,
And doom'd the future slain-
For Flodden's fatal plain; 6
The yet unchristen’s Dane.
With gestures wild and dread;
The lightning's flash more red;
And of the destined dead.
Gleam on the gifted ken;
Among the sons of men ;-
'Twas then grey Allan sleepless lay; ; Grey Allan, who, for many a day,
Had follow'd stout and stern,
Song. “ Wheel the wild dance While lightnings glance,
And thunders rattle loud, And call the brave To bloody grave,
To sleep without a shroud.
1 These lines were written after an evening spent at Saint Cloud with the late Lady Alvanley and her daughters, one of whom was the songstress alluded to in the text.
2 Originally published in 1815, in the Edinburgh Annual Register, rohy
3 MS." Dawn and darkness."
6 See ante, Marmion, canto v., stanzas 24, 25, 26, and Appendix, Note 4 A., p. 165.
And each foresterblithe, from his mountain descending, Then up with the Banner, le forest winds fun her,
In sport we'll attend her, in battle defend her,
With heart and with hand, like our fathers before Then up with the Banner, lot forest winds fan her,
She has blazed over Ettrick eight ages and more;
Lullaby of an Infant Chief. When the Southern invader spread waste and disorder,
AIR-" Cadul gu lo.", At the glance of her crescents he paused and withdrew,
1815. For around them were marshall’d the pride of the Border,
I. The Flowers of the Forest, the Bands of Buc
O, hush thee, my babie, thy sire was a knight, Then up with the Banner, &c.
Thy mother a lady, both lovely and bright;
The woods and the glens, from the towers which we A Stripling's weak hand' to our revel has borne her, see, No mail-glove has grasp'd ber, no spearmen sur- They all are belonging, dear babie, to thee. round;
O ho ro, i ri ri, cadul gu lo,
O ho ro, i ri ri, &c.
O, fear not the bugle, though loudly it blows,
It calls but the warders that guard thy repose; We forget each contention of civil dissension,
Their bows would be bended, their blades would be And hail, like our brethren, HOME, DOUGLAS, and
Ere the step of a foeman draws near to thy bed. And Elliot and Pringle in pastime shall mingle,
O ho ro, i ri ri, &c. As welcome in peace as their fathers in war.
111. Then up with the Banner, &c.
O, hush thee, my babie, the time soon will come, Then strip, lads, and to it, though sharp be the wea- When thy sleep shall be broken by trumpet and drum; ther,
Then hush thee, my darling, take rest while you may, And if, by mischance, you should happen to fall,
For strife comes with manhood, and waking with day. There are worse things in life than a tumble on hea
O ho ro, i ri ri, &c. ther, And life is itself but a game at foot-ball.
Then up with the Banner, &c.
1 The bearer of the standard was the Author's eldest son. Mr. Terry's drama of “Guy Mannering.” [The “ Lullaby'
; "Sleep on till day." These words, adapted to a melody was first printed in Mr. Terry's drama : it was afterwards set Bomowhat different from the original, are sung in my friend to music in Thomson's Collection, 1822.)