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CALEDONIA.
[By Burns.]
Tune- — Humours of Glen.
1 HEIR groves o' sweet myrtle let foreign lands reckon^,
Where bright- beaming summers exalt the perfume.
Far dearer to me yon lone glen o' green breckan,
Wi' the burn stealing under the lang yellow broom.
Ftir dearer to me are yon humble broom bowers.
Where the blue-bell and gowan lurk lowly unseen :
For there, lightly tripping amang the wild flowers,
A listening the linnet, aft wanders my Jean.
Tho' rich is the breeze in their gay sunny vallies.
And cauld, Caledonia's blast on the wave ;
Their sweet-scented woodlands that skirt the proud
palace.
What are they ? The haunt o' the tyrant and slave !
The slave's spicy forests, and gold-bubbling fountains.
The brave Caledonian views wi' disdain ;
He wanders as free as the winds of his mountains.
Save love's willing fetters, the chains o' his Jean.
GAEB OF OLD GAUL.
[Written by Sir Hatiry Erskine. The tune v/as composed by
General Raid, and called by him, " The liigbdand, or 4*2d'
Regiment's March." — BurjsS.] '^
I N the garb of old Gaul, wi' the fire of old Rome,
From the heatli-cover'd mountains of Scotia we com^.
Where the Romans endeavour'd our country to gain.
But our ancestors fought^ and they fought not in vain.