Leave untended the herd, Come as the winds come, when Forests are rended: Come as the waves come, when Navies are stranded! Faster and faster Chief, vassal, page, and groom, Tenant and master! Fast they come, fast they come See how they gather! Blended with heather. Cast your plaids, draw your blades, Forward each man set! Pibroch of Donuil Dhu, Kneel for the onset! Walter Scott [1771-1832] BORDER BALLAD From "The Monastery " MARCH, march, Ettrick and Teviotdale; Why the de'il dinna ye march forward in order? March, march, Eskdale and Liddesdale! All the Blue Bonnets are bound for the Border! Many a banner spread Flutters above your head, Many a crest that is famous in story. Mount and make ready, then, Sons of the mountain glen, Fight for the Queen and our old Scottish glory. Come from the hills where the hirsels are grazing; War-steeds are bounding; Stand to your arms, then, and march in good order. Tell of the bloody fray When the Blue Bonnets came over the Border. Walter Scott [1771-1832] "WHEN BANNERS ARE WAVING" WHEN banners are waving, and lances are pushing; Though shafts fly so quick that it seems to be snowing; Come, stand to it, heroes! The heathen are coming; The trumpets from turrets high loudly are braying; " Their ladders are planting, their sabres are sweeping; The shouting has ceased, and the flashing of cannon! They were smote, they were fallen, and had melted for ever. Unknown THE BRITISH GRENADIERS SOME talk of Alexander, and some of Hercules; Of Hector and Lysander, and such great names as these; But of all the world's brave heroes, there's none that can compare, With a tow, row, row, row, row, row, to the British Grenadier. Those heroes of antiquity ne'er saw a cannon ball, Or knew the force of powder to slay their foes withal; Whene'er we are commanded to storm the palisades, diers. And when the seige is over, we to the town repair, The townsmen cry "Hurra, boys, here comes a grenadier, Here comes the grenadiers, my boys, who know no doubts or fears, Then sing tow, row, row, row, row, row, for the British Gren adiers." Then let us fill a bumper, and drink a health to those Who carry cups and pouches, and wear the loupèd clothes; May they and their commanders live happy all their years, With a tow, row, row, row, row, row, for the British Grenadiers. Unknown HEART OF OAK COME, cheer up, my lads! 'tis to glory we steer, Heart of oak are our ships, We'll fight and we'll conquer again and again. We ne'er see our foes but we wish them to stay, If they run, why, we follow, or run them ashore; They swear they'll invade us, these terrible foes! They frighten our women, our children and beaux; But should their flat bottoms in darkness get o'er, Still Britons they'll find to receive them on shore. Britannia triumphant, her ships sweep the sea; THE SOLDIER'S DREAM OUR bugles sang truce, for the night-cloud had lowered, When reposing that night on my pallet of straw Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array, I flew to the pleasant fields traversed so oft In life's morning march, when my bosom was young I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft, And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung. Then pledged we the wine-cup, and fondly I swore "Stay, stay with us!-rest!-thou art weary and worn!" THE CAVALIER'S SONG A STEED, a steed of matchless speed! A sword of metal keen! All else to noble hearts is dross, All else on earth is mean. The neighing of the war-horse proud, The rolling of the drum, The clangor of the trumpet loud, Be sounds from heaven that come; And oh! the thundering press of knights, May tole from heaven an angel bright, And rouse a fiend from hell. Then mount! then mount, brave gallants all, And don your helms amain; Death's couriers, Fame and Honor, call Us to the field again. No shrewish fears shall fill our eye When the sword-hilt's in our hand- For the fairest of the land! |