66 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 WARS 1649. TELL me not, Sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind True, a new mistress now I chase, 4 The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, Dear, so much, 8 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. 16 8 "IT WAS A' FOR OUR RIGHTFU’ KING" It was a' for our rightfu' king We left fair Scotland's strand; 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, For I maun cross the main, My dear For I maun cross the main. 6 12 1796. Pibroch of Donald Dhu He turn'd him right and round about And gae his bridle-reins a shake, My dear And, Adieu for evermore! The sodger frae the wars returns, But I hae parted frae my love, My dear Never to meet again. When day is gane, and night is come, And a' folk bound to sleep, I think on him that's far awa', The lee-lang night, and weep. 18 24 30 Robert Burns. PIBROCH OF DONALD DHU PIBROCH of Donuil Dhu, Pibroch of Donuil, |