Perthshire in bygone days

476 PEKTHSHIBE IN BYGONE DAYS.
Let those unmanly men of fears,
With downcast looks and hanging ears,
"Who think each shadow that appears
An enemy pursuing, —
Let such faint-hearted soul begone,
The dangers of the field to shun :
We'll make Argyll once more to run,
And think on what he's doing,
Can poor low-country water-rats,
Withstand our furious mountain-cats,
The dint of whose well-armed pats
So fatally confoundeth,
When many hundred warlike men »
Were so well cut and so well slain,
That they can scarce get up again
When the last trumpet soundeth.
Come, here's to the victorious Mar,
Who bravely first conceived the war,
And to all those who went so far
To shake off Union's slavery,
Whose fighting for so good a cause
As King and liberty and laws,
Must from their foes even force applause,
In spite of all their knavery.
A volume of Struan's poems was published in Edinburgh
about the middle of the last century, edited apparently by
some old retainer, who had a due sense of the chief's
dignity. The title-page furnishes an example of fhmkeyism
that would no doubt have disgusted the poet had it been
printed in his day : for, with all his exclusive pride, he was
evidently a sensible, talented man : —
THE HISTORY
AND
MARTIAL ACHIEVEMENTS
OF THE
ROBERTSONS OF STROWAN,
AND THE
POEMS
ON VARIOUS
SUBJECTS AND OCCASIONS.
by the Honourable
ALEXANDER ROBERTSON
or Strowan, Esquire.
EDINBURGH.
Printed for and by ALEXANDER ROBERTSON,
Morison's Close; where Subscribers may call
for their Copies, price 2s. and 6d.