A FAREWELL TO ARMS (TO QUEEN ELIZABETH) His golden locks Time hath to silver turn'd; spurn'd, But spurn'd in vain; youth waneth by increasing: Beauty, strength, youth, are flowers but fading seen; Duty, faith, love, are roots, and ever green. 6 His helmet now shall make a hive for bees, And when he saddest sits in homely cell, 12 He'll teach his swains this carol for a song,"Blest be the hearts that wish my sovereign well, Curst be the souls that think her any wrong." Goddess, allow this agèd man his right To be your beadsman now that was your knight. 18 1590. George Peele. LXXXIII TO LUCASTA, ON GOING TO THE 1649. WARS TELL me not, Sweet, I am unkind, Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind True, a new mistress now I chase, Yet this inconstancy is such I could not love thee, Dear, so much, 12 Richard Lovelace. BANNOCKBURN SCOTS, wha hae wi' Wallace bled, Or to victorie! 1794. A Farewell Now's the day, and now 's the hour: See approach proud Edward's power,- Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha for Scotland's king and law Let him follow me! By Oppression's woes and pains, Lay the proud usurpers low! Liberty's in every blow! 8 12 16 20 24 Robert Burns. A FAREWELL Go fetch to me a pint o' wine, 1790. The boat rocks at the pier of Leith, Fu' loud the wind blaws frae the Ferry, The ship rides by the Berwick-law, And I maun leave my bonnie Mary. The trumpets sound, the banners fly, The glittering spears are rankèd ready; Robert Burns. 8 16 "IT WAS A' FOR OUR RIGHTFU' KING" It was a' for our rightfu' king My dear We e'er saw Irish land. Now a' is done that men can do, And a' is done in vain; My love and native land, farewell, My dear For I maun cross the main. 6 12 |