103 WALLACE AND BRUCE. I WILL sing of BRUCE and Wallace, Sons of Jove to help our need, Then when Norman Edward lusted For wide sway benorth the Tweed. Doughty robbers were the Normans, In rude rapine born and bred, Bold as lion, fierce as tiger, When they came with iron tread, And with subtle fox-like wisdom, Wise to weave a web of lies, Where a lie might seem the shortest Way to snatch a glittering prize. English Edward from the Norman Drew his state, and drew his blood, When he found a stout gainsayer, Would gild the chain that bound the slave. And he grew up with keen hunger Of more land to swell his state; And he forged the name of Scotland 'Tis the logic of all robbers, Romans, Normans, to make better What they steal, and let the weak man Wisely wear the strong man's fetter. When the good King Alexander, Who made haughty Haco mourn, Fell, to find a briny burial, From the steep cliff of Kinghorn ; When the Maiden-queen from Norway And the crown without a wearer Scotland lay defenceless, headless; Like a hawk upon the pigeons Down to swoop, and to devour. With a train of clerks and lawyers, To the castled steep of Norham Edward came, with craft to bribe Any basest Scottish lordling, Norman-bred, that would kneel down, Swearing fealty to a swindler For the bauble of a crown. Baliol took the bribe, as Clio, Just recorder, set it down, BALIOL REIGNS, THE TRAITOR-SLAVE, WHO SOLD HIS PEOPLE FOR A CROWN. He shall lick the foot that kicked him, At Strathcathro, at Strathcathro, Whelmed with shame and swift disaster, He shall kiss the clay bare-headed, And from England's haughty master Beg his craven life. The crafty Longshanks now had played his game, And Cimbric Wales and Celtic Albyn Bowed before the Norman name, To his deeming. But there wanted He had juggled, not the people, But a vile and venal crew, Norman-bred, half-hearted lordlings, Dangling round a stranger throne; But the people prayed and waited For a leader of their own; And God sent him. WILLIAM WALLACE, Starred with no heraldic pride, But with proof of thews and sinews, Rose, a Scot with blood untainted, And with heart unbribed to stand Stoutly 'gainst a thousand Edwards, For the honour of the land. Sooth, he was a man to look to Strong, broad-shouldered, well-compacted, |