The Lament of WallaceAfter the Battle of Falkirk |
Robert Tannahill
Thou dark winding Carron, once pleasing to see, To me thou can'st never give pleasure again; My brave Caledonians lie low on the lea, And thy streams are deep-ting'd with the blood of the slain, Ah! base-hearted treachery has doom'd our undoing,-- My poor bleeding country, what more can I do? Even valour looks pale o'er the red field of ruin, And Freedom beholds her best warriors laid low.
2. Farewell, ye dear partners of peril! farewell! |