The buoy of the Inchcape Bell was seen He felt the cheering power of Spring, But the Rover's mirth was wickedness. His eye was on the Inchcape float; The boat is lower'd, the boatmen row, And he cut the bell from the Inchcape float. Down sunk the bell, with a gurgling sound, The bubbles rose and burst around; Quoth Sir Ralph, "The next who comes to the Rock Won't bless the Abbot of Aberbrothok." Sir Ralph the Rover sail'd away He scour'd the seas for many a day; And now grown rich with plunder'd store, So thick a haze o'erspreads the sky On the deck the Rover takes his stand, Quoth Sir Ralph, "It will be lighter soon, "Canst hear," said one, "the breakers roar? For methinks we should be near the shore; Now where we are I cannot tell, But I wish I could hear the Inchcape Bell." They hear no sound, the swell is strong, Though the wind hath fallen, they drift along, Till the vessel strikes with a shivering shock; Cried they, "It is the Inchcape Rock!" Sir Ralph the Rover tore his hair, But even in his dying fear One dreadful sound could the Rover hear, AFTER BLENHEIM ROBERT SOUTHEY T was a summer evening, Old Kaspar's work was done, And he before his cottage door Was sitting in the sun; And by him sported on the green She saw her brother Peterkin In playing there had found; He came to ask what he had found That was so large and smooth and round. Old Kaspar took it from the boy Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh "Tis some poor fellow's skull," said he, "Who fell in the great victory." "I find them in the garden, For there's many hereabout; And often when I go to plough The ploughshare turns them out. For many thousand men," said he, "Were slain in that great victory." "Now tell us what 'twas all about," "Now tell us all about the war, "It was the English," Kaspar cried, "My father lived at Blenheim then, Yon little stream hard by; They burnt his dwelling to the ground, And he was forced to fly; So with his wife and child he fled, Nor had he where to rest his head. "With fire and sword the country round Was wasted far and wide, And many a childing mother then And newborn baby died: But things like that, you know, must be At every famous victory. "They say it was a shocking sight After the field was won; For many thousand bodies here Lay rotting in the sun : But things like that, you know, must be After a famous victory. "Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' won And our good Prince Eugene; "Why, 'twas a very wicked thing!" Said little Wilhelmine; 'Nay, nay, my little girl," quoth he, "It was a famous victory. "And everybody praised the Duke "Why, that I cannot tell," said he, |