William Edmondstoune Aytoun,
Lays of the Scottish Cavaliers and Other Poems
“ By the blighted hopes of Scotland,By your injuries and mine—Strike this day as if the anvilLay beneath your blows the while,Be they Covenanting traitors,Or the brood of false Argyle!Strike! and drive the trembling rebelsBackwards o'er the stormy Forth;Let them tell their pale ConventionHow they fared within the North.Let them tell that Highland honourIs not to be bought nor sold,That we scorn their Prince's anger,As we loathe his foreign gold.Strike! and when the fight is over,If ye look in vain for me,Where the dead are lying thickest,Search for him that was Dundee! ”
