The Text was communicated to the Society of Antiquaries of Scotland by Captain F. W. L. Thomas, who took it down from the dictation of an old woman of Shetland.
The battle will not cease Till once again on those white steeds ye ride, O heaven-descended Twins, Before humanity's bewildered host. Our javelins Fly wide, And idle is our cannon's boast....
Gone are the glorious Greeks of old, Glorious in mien and mind; Their bones are mingled with the mould, Their dust is on the wind; The forms they hewed from living stone...
Our free flag is dancing In the free mountain air, And burnished arms are glancing, And warriors gathering there; And fearless is the little train Whose gallant bosoms shield it;...
Where is the war ye march unto, From the early tents of morn? And what are the deeds ye hope to do, Brave Grenadiers of Corn? Pearls of the dew are on your hair,...
There's a one-eyed yellow idol to the north of Khatmandu, There's a little marble cross below the town; There's a broken-hearted woman tends the grave of Mad Carew, And the Yellow God forever gazes down. ...
Call this hot? I beg your pardon. Hot!, you don't know what it means. (What's that, waiter? lamb or mutton! Thank you, mine is beef and greens. Bread and butter while I'm waiting. Milk? Oh, yes, a bucketful.)...
Beneath these fruit-tree boughs that shed Their snow-white blossoms on my head, With brightest sunshine round me spread Of spring's unclouded weather, In this sequestered nook how sweet...
Tom Simpson was as nice a kind of man As ever lived - at least at number Four, In Austin Friars, in Mrs. Brown's first floor, At fifty pounds, - or thereabouts, - per ann....
Here we halt our march, and pitch our tent On the rugged forest ground, And light our fire with the branches rent By winds from the beeches round. Wild storms have torn this ancient wood,...
When evening listened to the dipping oar, Forgetting the loud city's ceaseless roar, By the green banks, where Thames, with conscious pride, Reflects that stately structure on his side, ...
First a bright, brief drum roll, A bang and explosion into the blue day. Then a noise, like rockets climbing on Iron rails. Fear and long silence. Then suddenly in the distance smoke and a fall,...