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FOJt^'AR »ONOS.
Sae grim be sat amang the reek,
Thrang bundling brimstone matches ;
And croon'd, 'mang the beuk-taking Whigs^
Scraps of auld Calvin's catcTies.
Awa, Whigs, awa !
A wa , Whigs , awa t
Yo'U rin me out o' wun spunks.
And ne'er do good at a'.*
SONG IN WILLIAM TELL.
From the German o? Schiller.
With bow and quiver round him slung.
The huntsman takes his way
Across the vale, and mouutaihiheight,
At early dawn cif day.
As o'er the ether's wide expahise
The eagle lord we see,
O'eir hill land dale the archer rules
Exultingly and free.
To him the vast of space beltmgS';
Whate'er his bolt brings down.
Or swift of wing, or fleet df foot,
He claims it for his own.
E. N.
•This song is partly of ancient and partly of modem
composition. There is a tradition, " that at the battle of
JBothwell-bridge, the piper to Clavers's own troop of horse
atood on the brink of the Clyde, playing the air of this
•ong with great glee ; but, being struck by a bullet, he
rolled down the bank in the agonies of death ; and always,
as he rolled, over the bag, so intent was he on this old
party tune, that, with determined firmness of fingering^
ne made the pipes to yell out two of three notes more of
3t, till at last he plunged irito the river^ and was carried
peactably dowto th« stream,"