Poem by Robert Burns

A Toast Given at a Meeting of the Dumfries-shire Volunteers, Held to Commemorate the Anniversary of Rodney’s Victory, April 12, 1782

INSTEAD of a Song, boys, I’ll give you a Toast-
Here’s the memory of those on the twelfth that we lost:
That we lost, did I say? nay, by heav’n, that we found,
For their fame it shall last while the world goes round.
The next in succession, I’ll give you the King,
Whoe’er would betray him, on high may he swing!
And here’s the grand fabric, our free Constitution,
Aa built on the base of the great Revolution;
And longer with Politics, not to be cramm’d,
Be Anarchy curs’d, and Tyranny damn’d;
And who would to Liberty e’er prove disloyal,
May his son be a hangman, and he his first trial!

1. I Gaed a Waefu' Gate Yestreen
2. Blythe Was She
3. Farewell to Ballochmyle
4. Stay My Charmer
5. On a Bank of Flowers

Print

3096 Views

Last Poems

To Russian version