The martial pipe loud pierc'd the sky,
The song arose, resounding high
Their valour, faith, and loyalty,
That shine in Scottish story.

No more the trumpet calls to arms,
Awaking battle's fierce alarms,
But every hero's bosom warms
With songs of exultation;

While brave Lochiel at length regains,
Through toils of war, his native plains,
And, won by glorious wounds, attains
His high paternal station.

Let now the voice of joy prevail,
And echo wide from hill to vale:
Ye warlike clans, arise, and hail

Your laurell'd chiefs returning.
O'er every mountain, every isle,
Let peace in all her lustre smile,
And discord ne'er her day defile

With sullen shades of mourning.

by the House of Stuart, to recover its lost inheritance, that the Government of Britain thought it expedient to relent with regard to those individuals who had then fatally risqued every thing that was dear to them, in behalf of unfortunate royalty. Few of the original exiles survived, but their children and descendants still lingered abroad; and as the Highlanders at home had, generally speaking, atoned for past transgressions, by a long course of quiet and steady obedience to laws which were even subversive of their national habits and prejudices, such as those which abolished the Highland dress, and prohibited the use of arms, it was at length deemed politic as well as just, to testify the sense entertained of their now peaceable demeanour by passing an Act of grace restoring the exiled families to the homes of their forefathers. This well judged clemency was not lost upon the Scottish people. Though meant only to conciliate the Highlanders, it was deemed a compliment to the whole nation; and perhaps, no measure since the Union did more to abate ancient prejudices, reconcile hostile parties, and attach the people in general to the reigning dynasty. From that day forward the political distinction of Jacobite, may be said to have existed only in name, till it

Macleod, Macdonald, join the strain;
Macpherson, Fraser, and Maclean;
Through all your bounds let gladness reign,
Both prince and patriot praising;
Whose generous bounty richly pours
The streams of plenty round your shores,
To Scotia's hills their pride restores,
Her faded honours raising.

Let all the joyous banquet share,
Nor e'er let Gothic grandeur dare,
With scowling brow, to overbear,
A vassal's rights invading.

Let Freedom's conscious sons disdain
To crowd his fawning timid train,
Nor even own his haughty reign,
Their dignity degrading.

Ye northern chiefs, whose rage unbroke,
Has still repell'd the tyrant's shock;
Who ne'er have bow'd beneath her yoke
With servile, base prostration;
Let each now train his trusty band
'Gainst foreign foes alone to stand,
With undivided heart and hand,
For freedom, king, and nation.

finally expired in the total extinction of the family for whose interest it had been so long and faithfully perpetuated. With this change of policy in Government, we find that the muse also changed her tone. A lingering spirit of regret for the past still remained; but as acquiescence in the irremediable behests of fate succeeded to the vain hopes which were wont to be indulged for their favourite Prince's return; and instead of the narrow patriotism which burned but for a particular family, we find there was engendered the genuine amor patria, and a warm expansive passion for the general weal.

H

362 JACOBITE MINSTRELSY.

BOTH SIDES OF THE TWEED.

WHAT's the spring-breathingjess'mine and rose;
What's the summer with all its gay train;
Or the plenty of autumn to those

Who've barter'd their freedom for gain?
Let the love of our king's sacred right,
To the love of our country succeed;
Let friendship and honour unite,

And flourish on both sides of the Tweed.

No sweetness the senses can cheer,
Which corruption and bribery blind;
No brightness that gloom e'er can clear,
For honour's the sun of the mind.
Let the love, &c.

Let virtue distinguish the brave,
Place riches in lowest degree;
Think him poorest who can be a slave,
Him richest who dares to be free.
Let the love, &c.

Let us think how our ancestors rose,
Let us think how our ancestors fell,
The rights they defended, and those
They bought with their blood we'll ne'er sell.
Let the love of our king's sacred right,
To the love of our country succeed;
Let friendship and honour unite

And flourish on both sides of the Tweed.

THE END.

INDEX.

Page

ALTHOUGH his back be at the wa',
Arouse, arouse each kilted clan,
As I came by Lochmaben gate,
As I came down the Cano'gate,
As I came in by Auchindown,

312

170

58

112

11

A soldier, for gallant achievements re-
nown'd,

272

As o'er the Highland hills I hied,

359

As over Gladsmuir's blood-stain'd field,
At Auchindown, the tenth of June,

Away ye gay landscapes, ye gardens of

roses,

Awa, Whigs, awa,

A wes bird came to our ha' door,
A while forget the scene of woe,

Bannocks o' bear meal, bannocks o' bar-

203

57

252

43

241

322

ley,

288

Be kind to me, as lang's I'm

Britons, now retrieve your glory,

54

Britons, who dare to claim,

By the side of a country kirk wall,

By yon castle wa', at the close o' the day, 22

147

209

Cam ye o'er frae France,
Carle, an' the king come,

Chinnie the deddy, and Rethy the mon-
key,

Clavers and his Highlandmen,

Come, all fast friends, let's jointly pray,
Come along, my brave clans,

Come boat me o'er, come row me o'er,
Come, here's to the knights of the true
royal oak,

Page
47

2

5

19

14

154

160

149

114

328

161

195

Cope sent a challenge from Dunbar,
Culloden, on thy swarthy brow,

197

235

Come, let us drink a health, boys,
Come listen to my mournful tale,

Come o'er the stream Charlie, dear
Charlie, brave Charlie,

Cope sent a challenge frae Dunbar,

Farewell to pleasant Ditson Hall,

Far over yon hills of the heather so green,

Frae the friends and land I love,
From Bogie side to Bog o' Gight,
From whence, and why such impudence,

Geordie sits in Charlie's chair,

God bless our lord the king,

God prosper our king, and the king's
noble sons,

108

274
343

84,

227

284

145

221