Sure Charlie an' the brave Lochyell In the artillery's e'e, man: Had dy'd the German sea, man. But down we drappit dadd for dadd; Lie bluthrin' on the brae, man. When Charley wi' Macpherson met, But Donald jumpit owre the burn, O! had you seen that hunt o' death. Aye looking back for fear o' skaithe But Britain ever may deplore That day upon Drumossie moor, Whar thousands ta'en war drench'd in gore, Or hang'd outowr a tree, man. O! Cumberland! what mean'd ye then An' you or yours may yet be glad Will stand the last o' three, man. SCOTIA'S GLENS. TUNE-Lord Ballandine's Delight. 'MONG Scotia's glens and mountains blue, Where Gallia's lilies never grew, Where Roman eagles never flew Nor Danish lions rallied: Where skulks the roe in anxious fear, There woods grow wild on every hill; While hearts so brave defend her. "Fear not, our Sov'reign liege," they cry, "We've flourish'd fair beneath thine eye; For thee we'll fight, for thee we'll die, Nor aught but life surrender. "Since thou hast watch'd our every need, Thy honour'd age in peace to save "Though nations join yon tyrant's arm, 'Mong Scotia's glens, with sword and gun, We'll form a bulwark round him." THE JUBILEE. AIR-Miss Carmichael's Minuet. WHO will not join the lay, And hail the auspicious day That first gave great George the sway Over our Island? Fifty long years are gone Since he first filled the throne ; And high honours has he won On sea and by land. Think on his heart of steel; Think on his life so leal; Think how he's watch'd our weal. Till seiz'd with blindness! In mercy first sent to us; No foeman dare steer to us, Raise the song! raise it loud! George the just! George the good! Still reigns in splendour! THE AULD HIGHLANDMAN. TUNE-Killiecrankie. HERSEL pe aughty eirs an' twa, I've feucht in Scotlan' here at hame, Ae tay I shot, an' shot, an' shot, |