QWHEN Alexander our kynge was dede, That Scotland lede in lauche and le, Away was sons of alle and brede, Of wyne and wax, of gamyn and gle. Our golde was changit into lede. Crist, borne into virgynyte, Succoure Scotlande and ramede, That is stade in perplexite. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CORN SONG by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR MY MOTHER'S GARDEN by ALICE E. ALLEN PLORATA VERIS LACHRYMIS by WILLIAM BARNES YULE-SONG: A MEMORY by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE UPON THIS WORK OF HIS BELOVED FRIEND THE AUTHOR by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |