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Here's a health to the land of victorious Bruce,
And the champions of liberty's cause!
And may their example fresh heroes produce,
In defence of our rights and our laws.
Here's a health, &c.
Here's a health to the land where bold Wallace unfurled
His bright banner of conquest and fame—
The terror of foemen, the pride of the world!—
Long may Scotland hold dearly his name!
And still, like their fathers, our brothers are true,
And their valour with pleasure we see;
Of the wreaths that were won at renowned Waterloo
There's a bough of the laurel for thee.
Here's a health, &c.
Here's success to the shamrock, the thistle, the rose,
May they ever in harmony twine!
And should wily discord again interpose,
Let us challenge each other in wine.
For while we're united, foes threaten in vain,
And their daring our fame shall increase,
Till the banner of Victory o'er land and main,
Triumphant is waving in peace.
Here's a health, &c.
MERRILY, MERRILY GOES THE BARK.
From "The Lord of the Isles, a Poem, written by Sir Walter Scott. Music by Mazzinghi.
Merrily, merrily goes the bark,
Before the gale she bounds,
So darts the dolphin from the shark,
Or the deer before the hounds
They left Loch Tua on their lee,
And they wakened the men of wild Tiree,
And the chief of the sandy Coll.
They paused not at Columba's Isle,
Though pealed the bells at the hoary pile,
With long and measured toll.
No time for matin or for mass,
And the sounds of the holy summons pass
Away to the billow's roll.
