Historical Tales of the Wars of Scotland, and of the Border Raids, Forays, and Conflicts, Volum 2

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Fullarton, 1849
 

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Pàgina 413 - twas Claver'se who spoke, " Ere the King's crown shall fall there are crowns to be broke; So let each Cavalier who loves honour and me, Come follow the bonnet of Bonny Dundee. " Come fill up my cup, come fill up my can, Come saddle your horses, and call up your men; Come open the West Port, and let me gang free, And it's room for the bonnets of Bonny Dundee!
Pàgina 412 - Dundee! Dundee he is mounted, he rides up the street, The bells are rung backward, the drums they are beat; But the Provost, douce man, said, "Just e'en let him be, The Gude Town is weel quit of that Deil of Dundee.
Pàgina 413 - The Gordon demands of him which way he goes. "Where'er shall direct me the shade of Montrose! Your Grace in short space shall hear tidings of me, Or that low lies the bonnet of Bonnie Dundee.
Pàgina 412 - twas Clavers who spoke, Ere the King's crown go down, there are crowns to be broke, So each cavalier, who loves honour and me, Let him follow the bonnet of Bonnie Dundee.
Pàgina 228 - And who, that saw that monarch ride, His kingdom battled by his side, Could then his direful doom foretell ! Fair was his seat in knightly selle, And in his sprightly eye was set Some spark of the Plantagenet, 1 hough light and wandering was his glance, It flashed at sight of shield and lance. " Knowest thou," he said, " De Argentine, Yon knight who marshals thus their line ?" " The tokens on his helmet tell The Bruce, my Liege ; I know him well." " And shall the audacious traitor brave The presence...
Pàgina 413 - He spurred to the foot of the proud Castle rock, And with the gay Gordon he gallantly spoke; 'Let Mons Meg and her marrows speak twa words or three For the love of the bonnet of Bonny Dundee.
Pàgina 35 - They are not listed in the cause of their country: their country, if any they have, lies at a distance. They are a band of mercenaries, a wretched handful of devoted men, who tremble and look aghast as they roll their eyes around, and see on every side objects unknown before. The sky over their heads, the sea, the woods, all things conspire to fill them with doubt and terror. They come like victims, delivered into our hands by the gods, to fall this day a sacrifice to freedom. " In the ensuing battle...
Pàgina 351 - Tell him also, that, although an outlaw, and forced to live on the public, I am a soldier as well as himself, and would despise taking his gold from a defenceless man who confided in me.
Pàgina 413 - Away to the hills, to the caves, to the rocks, — Ere I own a usurper, I'll couch with the fox ; And tremble, false Whigs, in the midst of your glee, You have not seen the last of my bonnet and me...
Pàgina 361 - I know no better expedient than that the honours of the crowne be speedilye and saiflie transported to some remote and strong castle or hold in the Highlands ; and I wish you had delivered them to the Lord...

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