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DUNNOTTAR CASTLE
Dark Dunnottar, ere we go,
We will linger on this steep,
While our pensive musings flow
From the dungeon to the keep.
Weary Watchmen from thy tower
Oft have strained their aching sight,
When the English tyrant’s power
Reft our liberty and right.
On thy rock has freedom fought
In the arm of Wallace brave,
When her firebrand Vengeance brought,
And the altar failed to save.
’Gainst the courtier’s murky quirk
There the pious light implored,
When the crown oppressed the kirk,
And the sceptre turned a sword.
In thy halls, the brave and fair
Joyous mingled in the dance,
When the trumpet ceased to blare,
And the Knight reposed his lance.
There Philosophy designed
How to shed her peaceful light
Where the might of hand and mind
Had but learned to rule the fight.
For the sceptre, crown, and sword,
There hath Barras bravely stood;
When the Monarch was restored—
