AN ODE.

Mortal, thou that hear'st the tale,
Learn the tenour of our song.
Scotland, thro' each winding vale,
Far and wide the notes prolong.

Sifters, hence, with spurs of speed!
Each her thundering faulchion wield,
Each bestride her fable steed.
Hurry, hurry, to the field!

THE

AN ODE.

Mortal, thou that hear'st the tale,
Learn the tenour of our fong,
Scotland, thro' each winding vale,
Far and wide the notes prolong.

Sifters, hence, with spurs of speed!
Each her thundering faulchion wield,
Each befride her fable fleet.
Hurry, hurry, to the field!

THE

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