John Mayne

The Siller Gun, a Poem John Mayne

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1836. Excerpt: ... THE SILLER GUN. CANTO SECOND. i. Now, through the Kirkgate Port, the thrang O' men in arms proceed alang: Behold them, while the cymbals' clang Resounds afar, In a the pomp, without the pang, Or waes of war! II. Aff to the Craigs, the hale forenoon, By the best paths to get there soon, Crowds after crowds were flocking down, In nines, and tens, Deserting, fast, the bonniest town That Scotia kens! 111. O! happy they wha, up twa story, Saw the Procession in its glory! Alang the roads it left out o'er ye, Sic clouds o' stoor, Ye cou'dna see ye'r thoomb before ye For ha'f an hour! IV. Where the lang train of armour gleams, Bright Phoebus shone in scorching beams: Parch'd up wi' heat, nae caller streams To weet their hasses, The Squadrons grein'd for ale that reams Frae Jenny Gass's! v. They wha had corns, or broken wind, Begood to pegh and limp behind: Laith to sit down, and still inclin'd To try their pith, "I hope we'll dance yet, ere we've din'd," Cries Geordy Smith. VI. To cheer them wha began to fag, The Minstrels lows'd Apollo's bag, And lilted up, though still they lag, The Reel o' Boggie, And Willy was a wanton wag, Wi' Kath'rine Oggie! VII. But Bruce's March to Bannockburn, To leave his banes in Freedom's urn, Or, glorious and triumphant, spurn Intended thraldom, Sae rais'd their hearts, at ilka turn, That nought cou'd hald them! VIII. O! blessings on King Robert's name! On Wallace, and Sir John the Graeme! While Freedom dare assert her claim, Or Virtue blossom, Wallace and Bruce will aye enflame The Patriot bosom! IX. A' this and mair, baith ane and a', They seem'd to say, and croosely craw: Out oxer the hills and far awa, The Pipers play'd; And, roaring like a water-fa', The crowd huzzay'd! X. The Craigs, with ivy mantled round, Re-echo'd back the ...