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SONG,

ON THE LIFTING OF

THE BANNER OF THE HOUSE OF BUCCLEUCH,

AT A GREAT FOOT-BALL MATCH ON CARTERHAUGH.!

From the brown crest of Newark its summons extending,

Our signal is waving in smoke and in flame; And each forester blithe, from his mountain descending,

Bounds light o'er the heather to join in the game.

CHORUS.

and more ;

Then up with the Banner, let forest winds fan her,
She has blazed over Ettrick eight ages
In sport we'll attend her, in battle defend her,
With heart and with hand, like our fathers before.

When the Southern invader spread waste and disorder,

At the glance of her crescents he paused and with

drew,

For around them were marshalld the pride of the

Border, The Flowers of the Forest, the Bands of BUCCLEUCH.

Then up with the Banner, &c. A Stripling's weak hand’ to our revel has borne her, No mail-glove has grasp'd her, no spearmen sur

round;

*[This song appears with music in Mr. G. Thoinson's Collection -1826. The foot-ball match on which it was written took place on December 5, 1815, and was also celebrated by the Ettrick Shepherd.]

? [The bearer of the standard was the Author's eldest son.]

But ere a bold foeman should scathe or should scorn her,
A thousand true hearts would be cold on the ground.

Then up with the Banner, &c.
We forget each contention of civil dissension,

And hail, like our brethren, Home, Douglas, and Car:
And Elliot and Pringle in pastime shall mingle,
As welcome in peace as their fathers in war.

Then up with the Banner, &c. Then strip, lads, and to it, though sharp be the wea

ther,
And if, by mischance, you should happen to fall,
There are worse things in life than a tumble on heather,
And life is itself but a game at foot-ball.

Then up with the Banner, &c.
And when it is over, we'll drink a blithe measure

To each Laird and each Lady that witness'd our fun, And to every blithe heart that took part in our plea

sure, To the lads that have lost and the lads that have won.

Then up with the Banner, &c. May the Forest still flourish, both Borough and Land

ward, From the hall of the Peer to the Herd's ingle-nook ; And huzza! my brave hearts, for BUCCLEUCH and his

Standard,
For the King and the Country, the Clan and the

Duke!
Then up with the Banner, let forest winds fan her,

She has blazed over Ettrick eight ages and more; In sport we'll attend her, in battle defend her,

With heart and with hand, like our fathers before.

JOCK OF HAZELDEAN.

AIR—“A Border Melody."

The first stanza of this Ballad is ancient. The others were written for Mr. Campbell's Albyn's Anthology.

[1816.]

I. " Why weep ye by the tide, ladie ?

Why weep ye by the tide ? I'll wed ye to my youngest son,

And ye sall be his bride: And ye sall be his bride, ladie,

Sae comely to be seen"But aye

she loot the tears down fa' For Jock of Hazeldean.

II. “Now let this wilful grief be done,

And dry that cheek so pale; Young Frank is chief of Errington,

And lord of Langley-dale ;
His step is first in peaceful ha',

His sword in battle keen"-
But aye she loot the tears down fa'

For Jock of Hazeldean.

III.

“A chain of gold ye sall not lack,

Nor braid to bind your hair;
Nor mettled hound, nor managed hawk,

Nor palfrey fresh and fair;
And you, the foremost o' them a',

Shall ride our forest queen"-
But aye she loot the tears down fa'

For Jock of Hazeldean.

IV.
The kirk was deck'd at morning-tide,

The tapers glimmerd fair.;;
The priest and bridegroom wait the bride,

And dame and knight are there.
They sought her baith by bower and ha';

The ladie was not seen!
She's o'er the Border, and awa'

Wi' Jock of Hazeldean.

LULLABY OF AN INFANT CHIEF.

AIR —“ Cadul gu lo."

1.
O, HUSH thee, my babie, thy sire was a knight, T
Thy mother a lady, both lovely and bright;
The woods and the glens, from the towers which we see,
They all are belonging, dear babie, to thee.

O bo ro, i ri ri, cadul gu lo,
O ho ro, i ri ri, &c.

II. O, fear not the bugle, though loudly it blows, It calls but the warders that guard thy repose ; Their bows would be bended, their blades would be red, Ere the step of a foeman draws near to thy bed.

O ho ro, i ri ri, &c.

III. O, hush thee, my babie, the time soon will come, When thy sleep shall be broken by trumpet and drum; Then hush thee, my darling, take rest while you may, For strife comes with manhood, and waking with day.

O ho ro, i ri ri, &c.

11 1“ Sleep on till day.” These words, adapted to a melody somewhat different from the original, are sung in my friend Mr. Terry's drama of Guy Mannering." (The "Lullaby" was first printed in Mr. Terry's drama: it was afterwards set to music in Thomson's Collection, 1822.]

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