BOAT SONG From THE LADY OF THE LAKE SIR WALTER SCOTT AIL to the chief who in triumph advances! Honour'd and bless'd be the ever-green pine! Long may the tree, in his banner that glances, Flourish, the shelter and grace of our line! Heaven send it happy dew, Earth lend it sap anew, Gayly to bourgeon, and broadly to grow, 66 Sends our shout back again, 'Roderigh Vich Alpine dhu, ho! ieroe!" Ours is no sapling, chance-sown by the fountain, Blooming at Beltane, in winter to fade; When the whirlwind has stripp'd every leaf on the mountain, The more shall Clan-Alpine exult in her shade. Moor'd in the rifted rock, Proof to the tempest's shock, Firmer he roots him the ruder it blow; Menteith and Breadalbane, then, Echo his praise agen, "Roderigh Vich Alpine dhu, ho! ieroe!" Row, vassals, row, for the pride of the Highlands! Were wreathed in a garland around him to twine! Worthy such noble stem, Honour'd and bless'd in their shadow might grow! Loud should Clan-Alpine then Ring from her deepmost glen, Roderigh Vich Alpine dhu, ho! iero!" 66 JOCK OF HAZELDEAN SIR WALTER SCOTT HY weep ye by the tide, lady - But ay she loot the tears down fa’ For Jock of Hazeldean. "Now let this wilful grief be done, His step is first in peaceful ha', But ay she loot the tears down fa' "A chain of gold ye shall not lack, Nor braid to bind your hair; Nor mettled hound, nor managed hawk, Nor palfrey fresh and fair; And you, the foremost of them a', Shall ride our forest queen But ay she loot the tears down fa' The kirk was decked at morning-tide; The tapers glimmer'd fair; The priest and bridegroom wait the bride The lady was not seen She's o'er the Border, and awa' A ALLEN-A-DALE From ROKEBY SIR WALTER SCOTT LLEN-A-DALE has no fagot for burning, Yet Allen-a-Dale has red gold for the winning. The Baron of Ravensworth prances in pride, Allen-a-Dale was ne'er belted a knight, Though his spur be as sharp, and his blade be as bright; Allen-a-Dale is no baron or lord, Yet twenty tall yeomen will draw at his word, And the best of our nobles his bonnet will vail, Who at Rere-cross on Stanmore meets Allen-a-Dale! |