MARCH, march, Ettrick and Teviotdale! Why the de'il dinna ye march forward in order? March, march, Eskdale and Liddesdale! All the Blue Bonnets are over the Border! Many a banner spread Flutters above your head, Many a crest that is famous in story! -- Mount and make ready, then, Sons of the mountain glen, Fight for the queen and our old Scottish glory. Come from the hills where your hirsels are graz- ing; Come from the glen of the buck and the roe; Come to the crag where the beacon is blazing; Come with the buckler, the lance, and the bow. Trumpets are sounding; War-steeds are bounding; Stand to your arms, and march in good order, England shall many a day Tell of the bloody fray, When the Blue Bonnets came over the Border. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 9 by JAMES JOYCE THE BALLAD OF LOVELY LADYES OF LONG AGOE by FRANCOIS VILLON A WOMAN'S LAST WORD by ROBERT BROWNING ONE LIFE by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE MILKMAID by JEFFREYS TAYLOR BY THE SALPETRIERE by THOMAS ASHE PATRIOTISM AND FREEDOM by JOANNA BAILLIE |