In the vast forest here, Clad in my warlike gear, Oh, death was grateful! "Thus, seamed with many scars, My soul ascended! There from the flowing bowl Skoal! to the Northland! Skoal! Thus the tale ended. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. THE FAREWELL It was a' for our rightfu' King We e'er saw Irish land. Now a' is done that men can do, And a' is done in vain ; My love and native land farewell, For I maun cross the main, My dear; For I maun cross the main. He turned him right and round about And gae his bridle-reins a shake, With adieu for evermore, My dear; With adieu for evermore. The sodger from the wars returns, But I hae parted frae my Never to meet again, love, My dear; Never to meet again. When day is gane, and night is come, I think on him that's far awa', The lee-lang night, and weep. Unknown. ADAM O' GORDON It fell about the Martinmas, When the wind blew shrill and cold, Said Adam o' Gordon to his men, "We maun draw to a hold. "And whatna hold shall we draw to, My merry men and me? We will go to the house of Rodes, The lady stood on her castle wall; There she was aware of a host of men "Oh, see ye not, my merry men all, She had no sooner buskit herself, Till Adam o' Gordon and his men The lady ran to her tower-head, "Give o'er your house, ye lady fair, "I winna give o'er, ye false Gordon, To no sic traitor as thee; And if ye burn my ain dear babes, My lord shall mak' ye dree. "Woe worth, woe worth ye, Jock, my man! I paid ye well your fee; Why pull ye out the grund-wa' stone, Lets in the reek to me? "And e'en woe worth ye, Jock, my I paid ye well your hire; man! Why pull ye out the grund-wa' stone, To me lets in the fire?" "Ye paid me well my hire, ladye, Ye paid me well my fee; But now I'm Adam o' Gordon's man, Must either do or dee." Oh, then bespake her little son, Sat on the nurse's knee; Says, "O mither dear, give o'er this house! For the reek it smothers me." "I winna give up my house, my dear, Come weal, come woe, my jewel fair, Oh, then bespake her daughter dear,— “Oh, row me in a pair of sheets, And tow me o'er the wall!" They rowed her in a pair of sheets, But on the point of Gordon's spear Oh, bonnie, bonnie was her mouth, And cherry were her cheeks, Then with his spear he turned her o'er; He said, "Ye are the first that e'er ❝Busk and boun, my merry men all, I cannot look on that bonnie face But when the ladye saw the fire She wept, and kissed her children twain. Oh, this way looked her own dear lord, He saw his castle all in a lowe, "Put on, put on, my mighty men, For he that's hindmost of the thrang |