We brought away from battle, And much their land bemoaned them, Two thousand head of cattle, And the head of him who owned them: Ednyfed, King of Dyfed, His head was borne before us; His wine and beasts supplied our feasts, And his overthrow, our chorus. PEACOCK. From cloud and from crag, With many a jag Shepherding her bright fountains. She leapt down the rocks And gliding and springing, The Earth seemed to love her And Heaven smiled above her, As she lingered towards the deep. Then Alpheus bold, With his trident the mountains strook, And opened a chasm In the rocks:-with the spasm All Erymanthus shook. And the black south wind The bars of the springs below. Seen through the torrent's sweep, As he followed the light Of the fleet Nymph's flight To the brink of the Dorian deep. Foot it featly here and there; And, sweet Sprites, the burthen bear. The watch-dogs bark: Hark, hark! I hear The strain of strutting chanticleer Cry, Cock-a-diddle-dow! SHAKESPEARE. THE LAND O' THE LEAL I'm wearin' awa', Jean, Like snaw-wreaths in thaw, Jean, I'm wearin' awa' To the land o' the leal. There's nae sorrow there, Jean, The day is aye fair In the land o' the leal. Ye were aye leal and true, Jean, Your task's ended noo, Jean, To the land o' the leal. Our bonnie bairn's there, Jean, She was baith guid and fair, Jean; Then dry that tearfu' e'e, Jean, To the land o' the leal. Now fare ye weel, my ain Jean, In the land o' the leal. LADY NAIRNE. |