WAR SONG OF THE ROYAL EDINBURGH LIGHT DRAGOONS. Nennius. Is not peace the end of arms? Caratach. Not where the cause implies a general conquest. Had we a difference with some petty isle, Or with our neighbours, Britons, for our landmarks, Or making head against a slight commotion, It must not be.... No! as they are our foes, Let's use the peace of honour; that's fair dealing; BONDUCA. The following War Song was written during the apprehension of an invasion. The corps of volunteers, to which it was addressed, was raised in 1797, consisting of gentlemen, mounted and armed at their own expense. It still subsists, as the right troop of the Royal Mid Lothian Light Cavalry, commanded by the honourable Lieutenant Colonel Dundas. The noble and constitutional measure, of arming freemen in defence of their own rights, was no where more successful than in Edinburgh, which furnished a force of 3000 armed and disciplined volunteers, including a regiment of cavalry, from the city and county, and two corps of artillery, each capable of serving twelve guns. To such a force, above all others, might, in similar circumstances, be applied the exhortation of our ancient Galgacus: "Proinde ituri in aciem, et majores vestros et posteros cogitate." WAR SONG, &c. To horse! to horse! the standard flies, The bugles sound the call; The Gallic navy stems the seas, The voice of battle's on the breeze, Arouse ye, one and all! From high Dunedin's towers we come, Our casques the leopard's spoils surround, Though tamely crouch to Gallia's frown, Their ravished toys though Romans mourn, O! had they marked the avenging call *The Royal colours. Shall we, too, bend the stubborn head, Dress our pale cheeks in timid smile, Or brook a victor's scorn? No! though destruction o'er the land For gold let Gallia's legions fight, If ever breath of British gale Or footstep of invader rude, With rapine foul, and red with blood, Pollute our happy shore; Then farewell home! and farewell friends! Adieu each tender tie! Resolved, we mingle in the tide, Where charging squadrons furious ride, To conquer or to die. |