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Should warriors, too, engross my pen,
And claim from me their due,
I'd twine a wreath for gallant Bruce,
And one for Wallace too.
And claim from me their due,
I'd twine a wreath for gallant Bruce,
And one for Wallace too.
Sure, bolder chieftains never trod,
E'en on our own loved shore,
Than they, with belt and tartan plaid,
Their Highland heather o'er.
E'en on our own loved shore,
Than they, with belt and tartan plaid,
Their Highland heather o'er.
Statesmen! the mighty Mansfield stands
A pattern for you all;
A nobler voice was never heard
In council or in hall.
A pattern for you all;
A nobler voice was never heard
In council or in hall.
Divines! you too may emulate
The Covenanter's zeal;
Who seeks, by penitence and tears,
His every sin to heal.
The Covenanter's zeal;
Who seeks, by penitence and tears,
His every sin to heal.
Behold in burrows of the earth,
With fasting and with care,
The persecuted Christian kneels,
And lifts his soul in prayer.
With fasting and with care,
The persecuted Christian kneels,
And lifts his soul in prayer.
