Once again,- but how chang’d since… I have heard the deep voice of the… And the pines of Clanbrasil resou… That wearies the echoes of fair T… Alas! My poor bosom, and why shou…

Breathes there the man, with soul… Who never to himself hath said, ‘This is my own, my native land!’ Whose heart hath ne’er within him… As home his footsteps he hath turn…

The violet in her greenwood bower, Where birchen boughs with hazel mi… May boast itself the fairest flowe… In glen, or copse, or forest dingl… Though fair her gems of azure hue,

So goodbye, Mrs. Brown, I am going out of town, Over dale, over down, Where bugs bite not, Where lodgers fight not,

Pibroch of Donuil Dhu Pibroch of Donuil Wake thy wild voice anew, Summon Clan Conuil! Come away, come away,

Stern eagle of the far north-west, Thou that bearest in thy grasp the… Thou whose rushing pinions stir oc… Thou the destroyer of herds, thou… Amidst the scream of thy rage,

Birds of omen dark and foul, Night-crow, raven, bat, and owl, Leave the sick man to his dream - All night long he heard you scream… Haste to cave and ruin’d tower,

Wasted, weary, wherefore stay, Wrestling thus with earth and clay… From the body pass away;- Hark! the mass is singing. From thee doff thy mortal weed,

Thy hue, dear pledge, is pure and… As in that well - remember’d night When first thy mystic braid was wo… And first my Agnes whisper’d love… Since then how often hast thou pre…

Red glows the forge in Striguil’s… And hammers din, and anvil sounds, And armourers, with iron toil, Barb many a steed for battle’s bro… Foul fall the hand which bends the…

Tho’ right be aft put down by stre… As mony a day we saw that, The true and leilfu’ cause at leng… Shall bear the grie for a’ that. For a’ that an a’ that,

March, march, Ettrick and Teviotd… Why the deil dinna ye march forwar… March, march, Eskdale and Liddesd… All the Blue Bonnets are bound fo… Many a banner spread,

The baron of Smaylho’me rose with… He spurr’d his courser on, Without stop or stay, down the roc… That leads to Brotherstone. He went not with the bold Buccleu…

Soldier, rest! thy warfare o’er, Sleep the sleep that knows not bre… Dream of battled fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle’s enchanted hall,

Hast thou not mark’d, when o’er th… Sudden and deep the thunder-peal h… How when its echoes fell, a silenc… Sunk on the wood, the meadow, and… The rye-glass shakes not on the so…