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CALEDONIANS, BRAVE AND BOLD.
Words by GEORGE M'FARREN. Music by T. COOK
Air--" Whistle o'er the lave o't." Keynote F.
CALEDONIANS, brave and bold,
Heroes, never bought or sold,
Sons of sires who died of old,
To gild a martial story!
Beauty claims the warrior's shield,
In her cause the death-sword wield,
Braw, and join the battle-field,
On, on to death or glory!
Who would shun the glorious strife?
Where's the slave would cling to life.
When father, husband, daughter, wife,
For prompt relief implore ye?
Who would yield soft woman's charms,
To bless a ruffian foeman's arms?
Perish the thought! sound your alarms!
On, on to death or glory!
Here's the path to sluggard peace,
Here's the haunt of dastard case,
That sinks to death by slow degrees,
Unhonoured, weak, and hoary :
But ye, who court a brighter name,
This way lies the road to fame!
Follow, then, through flood and flame,
And shout for death or glory!
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THE WIDOW SAE YOUNG.
Words by CAPTAIN CHARLES GRAY. Music by G. F. GRAHAM
May blessings yet fa' on the widow sae young,
May blessings yet fa' on the widow sae young;
Her hopes ha'e been wither'd, her heart sairly wrung-
Ah ! 'tis waesome to look on a widow sae young!
Wi' a glance o' the o'e her misfortune we trace,
In the cap that encircles her bonnie sweet face,
That ance glow'd wi' gladness---how meek and resign'd,
Though the shadows of sorrow aft brood o'er her mind.
A few fleeting months saw her blythsome and gay,
But death rest her loved one for ever away;
O think on the anguish-the agony keen-
When her grief and his grave-turf were baith alike green.
Wer't no for her darling the widow wad dee,
The bonnie wee bairnie that sits on her knee,
That smiles in her pale face, and pu's at her hair,-
But it's sae like its daddy, she canna despair.
