CaledoniaA Ballad（2 / 2）

the daring invaders they fled or they died.

the cameleon-savage disturb'd her repose,

with tumult, disquiet, rebellion, and strife;

provok'd beyond bearing, at last she arose,

and robb'd him at once of his hopes and his life:

the anglian lion, the terror of france,

oft prowling, ensanguin'd the tweed's silver flood;

but, taught by the bright caledonian lance,

he learned to fear in his own native wood.

the fell harpy-raven took wing from the north,

the scourge of the seas, and the dread of the shore;

the wild scandinavian boar issued forth

to wanton in carnage and wallow in gore:

o'er countries and kingdoms their fury prevail'd,

no arts could appease them, no arms could repel;

but brave caledonia in vain they assail'd,

as largs well can witness, and loncartie tell.

thus bold, independent, unconquer'd, and free,

her bright course of glory for ever shall run:

for brave caledonia immortal must be;

i'll prove it from euclid as clear as the sun:

rectangle—triangle, the figure we'll chuse:

the upright is chance, and old time is the base;

but brave caledonia's the hypothenuse;

then, ergo, she'll match them, and match them always.