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!PARIS, 5TH SEPTEMBER, 1815.) Sort spread the southern summer night
Her veil of darksome blue;
The terrace of Saint Cloud.
Like breath of lover true,
And wreck of sweet Saint Cloud.
The bugle wildly blew
That garrison Saint Cloud.
With broken urns withdrew,
The glory of Saint Cloud.
Nor could its silence* rue,
The echoes of Saint Cloud.
Fall light as summer dew,
Prolong'd from fair Saint Cloud.
With Princes at Saini Cloud.
The circle round her drew,
Our songstresst at Saint Cloud.
Then give those hours their due,
Our evenings at Saint Cloud.
Gleam on the gifted ken;
Among the sons of men ;
Had follow'd stout and stern,
And Morven long shall tell,
When down the destined plain,
And doom'd the future slain.-
For Flodden's fatal plain ;++
The yet unchristen's Dane.
With gestures wild and dread;
The lightning's flash more red;
THE DANCE OF DEATH.S
Faint and low they crew,
Where the soldier lay,
Though death should come with day. * (MS. -" Absence.'')
IMS.-"Midnight.'') : [These lines were written after an evening spent at Saint Cloud with the late Lady Alvanley and her daughters, one of whom was the songstreus alluded to in the text.) [Originally published in 1915, in the Edinburgh Annual Re
And thunders rattle loud,
To sleep without a shroud.
+ (dee ante, Marmion, canto V., stanzas 24, 25, 28, and Note. 6 p. 417.
gister, vol. v.)
Our airy feet,
And waning watch-fires glow less bright
And dawn is glimmering pale.
ROMANCE OF DUNOIS.
FROM THE FRENCH.
[The original of this little Romance makes part of A trampled paste
a manuscript collection of French Songs, probably Of blackening mud and gore.
compiled by some young officer, which was found on the Field of Waterloo, so much stained with clay
and with blood, as sufficiently to indicate what had Wheel the wild dance
been the fate of its late owner. The song is popuWhile lightnings glance,
lar in France, and is rather a good specimen of the And thunders rattle loud,
style of composition to which it belongs. The And call the brave
translation is strictly literal.]+ To bloody grave, To sleep without a shroud.
It was Dunois, the young and brave, was bound for Wheel the wild dance!
Palestine, Brave sons of France,
But first he niade his orisons before St. Mary's
shrine: For you our ring makes room; Make space full wide
“And grant, immortal Queen of Heaven," was
still the Soldier's prayer, For martial pride, For banner, spear, and plume.
"That I may prove the bravest knight, and love the Approach, draw near,
fairest fair.” Proud cuirassier! Room for the men of steel!
His oath of honour on the shrine he graved it with Through crest and plate
his sword, The broadsword's weight
And follow'd to the Holy Land the banner of his Both head and heart shall feel.
Where, faithful to his noble vow, his war-cry fill'd VI.
the air, Wheel the wild dance
"Be honoured aye the bravest knight, beloved the While lightnings glance,
fairest fair.” And thunders rattle loud, And call the brave
They owed the conquest to his arm, and then his To bloody grave,
Liege-Lord said, To sleep without a shroud.
"The heart that has for honour beat by bliss must Sons of the spear !
be repaid.You feel us near
My daughter Isabel and thou shalt be a wedded pair, In many a ghastly dream;
For thou art bravest of the brave, she fairest of the With fancy's eye
fair." Our forms you spy, And hear our fatal scream.
And then they bound the holy knot before St. Mary's With clearer sight
shrine, Ere falls the night,
That makes a paradise on earth, if hearts and hands Just when to weal or wo
combine ; Your disembodied souls take flight
And every lord and lady bright, that were in chapel On trembling wing-each startled sprite
there, Our choir of death shall know,
Cried, Honour'd be the bravest knight, beloved
the fairest fair!"
And thunders rattle loud,
FROM THE SAME COLLECTION,
Glowing with love, on fire for fame,
A Troubadour that hated sorrow,
Beneath his Lady's window came,
And thus he sung his last good-morrow. Ere deadlier bolts and direr flame
"My arm it is my country's right, Shall the welkin's thunders shame;
My heart is in my true-love's bower; Elemental rage is tame
Gavly for love and fame to fight
Befits the gallant Troubadour."
And while he march'd with helm on head
And harpin hand, the descant rung, Heard of the vision's sights he saw,
As, faithful to his favourite maid, The legend heard him say ;
The minstrel-burden still be sung: But the Seer's gifted eye was dim,
"My arm it is my country's right, Deafen'd his ear, and stark his limb,
My heart is in iny lady's bower: Ere closed that bloody day
Resolved for love and fame to fight,
I come, a gallant Troubadour."
Even when the battle-roar was deep,
With dauntless heart he hew'd his way, * (This ballad appeared in 1915, in Panl's Letters, and in the was written, and set to music also br Hortense Beauharnois, Edinburgh Annual Register T has since been set to music by Duchesse de St. Leo. Es app of Ilolland. 1 G. F. Grahain, E«q. in Mr. Thomson's Select Molorlies, &c.] I The orisinal of this balied also w. written and composed + The original com:nar,
by the Duchesse de St. Lu The translation has been wt10 "Partant pour la Syrie.
music by Mr. Thomson. Sve his collection of Scottish 800€. Le jeune et brave Dunuis,' &c.
'Mid splintering lance and falchion-sweep, | And to sounds the most dear to paternal affection, And still was heard his warrior-lay;
The shout of his people applauding his Son ; "My life it is my country's right,
By his firmness unmoved in success and disaster, My heart is in my lady's bower;
By his long reign of virtue, remember his claim ! For love to die, for fame to fight, Becomes the valiant Troubadour.''
With our tribute to Pitt join the praise of his Mas
ter, Alas! upon the bloody field
Though a tear stain the goblet that flows to his He fell beneath the foeman's glaive,
name. But still reclining on his shield, Expiring sung the exulting stave:
Yet again fill the wine-cup, and change the sad "My life it is my country's right,
measure, My heart is in my lady's bower;
The rites of our grief and our gratitude paid, For love and fame to fall in fight
To our Prince, to our Heroes, devote the bright Becomes the valiant Troubadour."
treasure, The wisdom that plann'd, and the zeal that
Fill WELLINGTON's cup till it beam like his glory, FROM THE FRENCH.*
Forget not our own brave DALHOUSIE and
GRÆME; It chanced that Cupid on a season,
A thousand years hence hearts shall bound at their By Fancy urged, resolved to wed,
story, But could not seitle whether Reason
And hallow the goblet that flows to their fame. Or Folly should partake his bed. What does he then ?-Upon my life,
'Twas bad example for a deityHe takes me Reason for a wife,
SONG, And Folly for his hours of gayety.
ON THE LIFTING OF THE BANNER OF THE HOUSE OF Though thus he dealt in petty treason,
BUCCLEUCH, AT A GREAT He loved them both in equal measure;
CARTERHAUGH. Fidelity was born of Reason,
From the brown crest of Newark its summons And Folly brought to bed of Pleasure.
extending, Our signal is waving in smoke and in flame: And each forester blithe, from his mountain descend
Bounds light o'er the heather to join in the game.
FOOT-BALL MATCH ON
FOR THE ANNIVERSARY MEETING OF THE PITT CLUB
Then up with the Banner, let forest winds fan her,
She has blazed orer Ettrick cight ages and more ; (1814.)
In sport we'll attend her, in battle defend her, 0, DREAÐ was the time, and more dreadful the With heart and with hand, like our fathers before
omen, When the brave on Marengo lay slaughter'd in When the Southern invader spread waste and disvain,
order, And beholding broad Europe bow'd down by her At the glance of her crescents he paused and foemen,
withdrew, Pitt closed in his anguish the map of her reign! For around them were marshall'd the pride of the Not the fate of broad Europe could bend his brave Border, spirit
The Flowers of the Forest, the Bands of BucTo take for his country the safety of shame;
CLEUCH. 0, then in her triumph remember his merit,
Then up with the Banner, &c. And hallow the goblet that flows to his name.
A Stripling's weak handi to our revel has borne Round the husbandman's head, while he traces the her, furrow,
No mail-gl has grasp'd her, no spearman surThe mists of the winter may mingle with rain,
round: He may plough it with labour, and sow it in sorrow, But ere a bold foeman should scathe or should scorn
And sigh while he fears he has sow'd it in vain; her,
ground. But the blithe harvest home shall remember his
Then up with the Banner, &c. claim; And their jubilee-shout shall be soften'd with sad- We forget each contention of civil dissension, ness,
And hail, like our brethren, Home, Douglas, and While they hallow the goblet that flows to his CAR:
And Elliot and Prixgle in pastime shall mingle,
As welcome in peace as their fathers in war. Though anxious and timeless his life was expended,
Then up with the Banner, &c.
The perils his wisdom foresaw and o'ercame, There are worse things in life than a tumble on hea.
Then up with the Banner, &c.
And when it is over, we'll drink a blithe measure Is deaf to the tale of our victories won,
To each Laird and each Lady that witness'd our * IThis trifle also is from the French Collection, found at Wa.
fun, terloo --See Paul's Letters. ]
place on December 5, 1815, and was also celebrated by the Ettrick · [This song appears with music in Mr. G. Thomson's Col. Shepherd.) kection - 1826. The football match on which it was written took (The bearer of the standard way the Author's eldest son.
And to every blithe heart that took part in our plea
O, fear not the bugle, though loudly it blows, To the lads that have lost and the lads that have lt calls but the warders that guard thy repose ;,
Their bows would be bended, their blades would be Then up with the Banner, &c.
red, May the Forest still flourish, both Borough and Ere the step of a foeman draws near to thy bed.
O ho ro, i ri ri, &c.
0, hush thee, my babie, the time soon will come, And huzza! my brave hearts, for Buccleuch and When thy sleep shall be broken by trumpet and
his standard, For the King and the Country, the Clan and the then hush'thee, my darling, take rest while you Duke!
may, Then up with the Banner, let forest winds fan her, For strife comes with manhood, and waking with
day. She has blazed orer Ettrick eight ages and more;
O ho ro, i ri ri, &c. In sport we'll attend her, in battle defend her,
With heart and with hand, like our futhers before.
PIBROCH OF DONALD DHU. JOCK OF HAZELDEAN.
AIR-"Piobair of Donuil Dhuidh.”+ AIR—" A Border Melody.”
This is a very ancient pibroch belonging to Clan
Mac Donald, and supposed to refer to the expediThe first stanza of this Ballad is ancient. The tion of Donald Balloch, who, in 1431, launched from others were written for Mr. Campbell's Albyn's the Isles with a considerable force, invaded LochaAnthology.
ber, and at Inverlochy defeated and put to fight the (1516.)
Earls of Mar and Caithness, though at the head of I.
an army superior to his own. The words of the set, "Why weep ye by the tide, ladie ?
theme, or melody, to which the pipe variauons are Why weep ye by the tide ?
applied, run thus in Gaelic:I'll wed ye to my youngest son,
Piobaircachd Dhonuil Dhuidh, piobaireachd Dhonuil ; And ye sall be his bride:
Piobaireachd Dhonuil Dhurch, probaireachd Dhonuil ; And ye sall be his bride, ladie,
Piobaireachi Dhonuil Dhuidh, piobaireacht Dhonuil; Sae comely to be seen”
Piob agus brutach air taiche loverlochi,
The pipe-summons of Donald the Black, But aye she loot the tears down fa'
The pipe-summons of Donald the Black, For Jock of Hazeldean.
The war-pipe and the pennon are on the galnering place at
PiBroch of Donuil Dhu,
Pibroch of Donuil, Young Frank is chief of Errington,
Wake thy wild voice anew, And lord of Langley-dale;
Summon Clan-Conuil. His step is first in peaceful ha',
Come away, come away, His sword in battle keen"
Hark to the summons ! But aye she loot the tears down fa'
Come in your war-array,
Gentles and cominons.
Come from deep glen, and 'A chain of gold ye sall not lack,
From mountain so rocky, Nor braid to bind your hair ;
The war-pipe and pennon Nor mettled hound, nor managed hawk,
Are at Inverlochy. Nor palfrey fresh and fair;
Come every hill-plaid, and And you, the foremost o' them a',
True heart that wears one, Shall ride our forest queen"
Come every steel blade, and But aye she loot the tears down fa'
Strong hand that bears one. For Jock of Hazeldean.
Leave untended the herd,
The flock without shelter ;
Leave the corpse uninterr'd,"
The bride at the altar; The tapers glimmer'd fair ;
Leave the deer, leave the steer, The priest and bridegroom wait the bride,
Leave nets and barges : And dame and knight are there.
Come with your fighting gear,
Broadswords and targes.
Come as the winds come, when
Forests are rended;
Navies are stranded :
Faster come, faster come,
Faster and faster,
Chief, vassal, page, and groom,
Tenant and master.
Fast they come, fast they came; 0, Hush thee, my babie, thy sire was a knight,
See how they gather! Thy mother a lady, both lovely and bright;
Wide waves the eagle plume, The woods and the glens, from the towers which
Blended with heather. we see,
Cast your plaids, draw your blades,
Forward each man set!
Pibroch of Donuil Dhu,
Knell for the onset ! * "Sleep on till day." These words, adapted to a melody + "The pibroch of Donald the Black." (This song was writsomewhat different from the original, are sung in my friend Mr. ten for Campbell's Albyn's Anthology, 1816. "It may also be seen Terry's drama of" Guy Mannering.' (The "Lullaby" was first set to music, in Thomson's Collection, 1830.) printed in Mr. Terry s drama : it was afterwards set to music in i Compare this with the gathering-song in the third canto of Thomson's Collection, 1922.)
the Lady of the Lake, ante.)
Then courage, courage, courage, Grigalach! AIR-" Cha teid mis a chaoidh."
Courage, courage, courage, &c. WRITTEN FOR ALBYN'S ANTHOLOGY, (1816.]t
If they rob us of name, and pursue us with beagles, In the original Gaelic, the lady makes protesta- Give their roofs to the Aame, and their flesh to the tions that she will not go with the Red Earl's son,
Then vengeance, vengeance, vengeance, Grigauntil the swan should build in the cliff, and the eagle
lach! in the lake-until one mountain should change places with another, and so forth. It is but fair to
Vengeance, vengeance, vengeance, &c. add, that there is no authority for supposing that she While there's leaves in the forest, and foam on the altered her mind-except the vehemence of her pro
MacGregor, despite them, shall flourish for ever! I.
Come then, Grigalach, come then, Grigalach, Hear what Highland Nora said,
Come then, come then, come then, &c. "The Earlie's son I will not wed,
Through the depths of Loch Katrine the steed shall Should all the race of nature die,
career, And none be left but he and I.
O'er the peak of Ben-Lomond the galley shall steer, For all the gold, for all the gear,
And the rocks of Craig Roystonti like icicles melt, And all the lands both far and near,
Ere our wrongs be forgot, or our vengeance unfelt! That ever valour lost or won,
Then gather, gather, gather, Grigalach ! I would not wed the Earlie's son.
Gather, gather, gather, &c. II. "A maiden's vows," old Callum spoke, "Are lightly made, and lightly broke; The heather on the mountain's height Begins to bloom in purple light;
DONALD CAIRD'S COME AGAIN.I The frost-wind soon shall sweep away
AIR—" Malcolm Caird's come again."**
Donald Caird's come again!
Donald Caird's come again! "The swan," she said, "the lake's clear breast
Tell the news in brugh and glen. May barter for the eagle's nest;
Donald Caird's come again! The Awe's fierce stream may backward turn, Donald Caird can lilt and sing, Ben-Cruaichan fall, and crush Kilchurn;
Blithely dance the Hieland fling, Our kilted clans, when blood is high,
Drink till the gudeman be blind, Before their foes may turn and fly;
Fleech till the
gudewife be kind; But I, were all these marvels done,
Hoop a leglin, clout a pan,
Or crack a pow wi' ony man;
Tell the news in brugh and glen.
Donald Caird's come again.
Donald Caird's come again!
Donald Caird's come again! Still downward foams the Awe's fierce river ;
Tell the news in brugh and glen, To shun the clash of foeman's steel,
Donald Caird's come again. No Highland brogue has turn'd the heel;
Donald Caird can wire a maukin, But Nora's heart is lost and won,
Kens the wiles o' dun-deer staukin,
Leisters kipper, makes a shift
Water-bailiffs, rangers, keepers,
He can wauk when they are sleepers ;
Not for bountith or reward
Dare ye mell wi' Donald Caird.
Donald Caird's come again! These verses are adapted to a very wild, yet lively
Donald Caird's come again! gathering-tune, used by the MacGregors. The Gar the bagpipes hum amain, Severe treatment of this Clan, their outlawry, and
Donald Cairs come again. the proscription of their very name, are alluded to in Donald Caird can drink a gill the Ballad.s
Fast as hostler-wife can fill; The moon's on the lake, and the mist's on the brae, Ilka ane that sells gude liquor And the Clan has a name that is nameless by day;
Kens how Donald bends a bicker ; Then gather, gather, gather, Grigalach !
When he's fou he's slout and saucy, Gather, gather, gather, &c.
Keeps the cantle of the cawsey;
Highland chief and Lawland laird
Maun gie room to Donald Caird!
Donald Caird's come again!
Donald Caird's come again!
Tell the news in brugh and glen, Glen Orchy's proud mountains, Coalchuirn and her
Donald Caird's come again. towers, Glenstrae and Glenlyon no longer are ours ;
Steek the amrie, lock the kist, We're landless, landless, landless, Grigalach !
Else some gear may well be mist;
Donald Caird finds orra things Landless, landless, landless, &c.
Where Allan Gregor fand the lings; But doom'd and devoted by vassal and lord,
Dunts of kebbuck, taits of woo, MacGregor has still both his heart and his sword ! Whiles a hen and whiles a sow, *"1 will never go with him."
other to the properly or possession of Craig Royston, a domain See also Mr. Thomson Scottish Collection, 1822. )
of rock and forests, lying on the east side of Loch Lomond, : "The MacGregor is come."
where that beautiful lake stretches into the dusky mountains For the hustory of the clan, see Introduction to Rob Roy of Glenfalloch." - Introduction to Rob Roy, vol. ii. ]
1 [Written for Albyn's Aothology, vol. ii., 1818, and set to Rob Roy MacGregor's own designation was of Inner music in Mr. Thomson's Collection, in 1922.] spaid ; but he appears to have acquired a right of some kind or ** Caird signifies Tinker.