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178 MILITARY AND PATRIOTIC SONGS.
Suppose, ah, suppose, that some cruel, cruel wound
Should pierce your Highland laddie, and all your hopes confound.
The pipe would play a cheering march, the banners round him fly.
The spirit of a Highland chief would lighten in his eye.
But I will hope to see him yet in Scotland's bonnie bounds,
But I will hope to see him yet in Scotland's bonnie bounds.
His native land of liberty shall nurse his glorious wounds.
While wide through all our Highland hills his warlike name
resounds.
This song was written for the collection of Mr. George Thomson after the death
of Burns. The subject was the departure for the Continent with his regiment of the
Marquis of Huntly in 1799.
THE BATTLE OF VITTORIA.
William Glen. Air — " Whistle o'er the lave o't.
Sing, a' ye bards, wi' loud acclaim.
High glory gi'e to gallant Grahame,
Heap laurels on our marshal's fame,
Wha conquer'd at Vittoria.
Triumphant freedom smiled on Spain,
An' raised her stately form again,
Whan the British Lion shook his mane
On the mountains o' Vittoria.
Let blust'rin' Suchet crously crack.
Let Joseph rin the coward's track,
And Jourdan wish his baton back
He left upon Vittoria ;
If e'er they meet their worthy king,
Let them dance roun' him in a ring.
An' some Scottish piper play the spring
He blew them at Vittoria.
Gi'e truth an' honour to the Dane,
Gi'e German's monarch heart and brain ;
But aye in sic a cause as Spain,
Gi'e Britons a Vittoria.

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