William Edmondstoune Aytoun Poems

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News of battle!-news of battle!
Hark! 'tis ringing down the street:
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I.

The Rhine is running deep and red,
The island lies before-
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Do not lift him from the bracken,
Leave him lying where he fell-
Better bier ye cannot fashion:
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COME hither, Evan Cameron!
Come, stand beside my knee:
I hear the river roaring down
Towards the wintry sea.
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Take away that star and garter-
Hide them from my aching sight:
Neither king nor prince shall tempt me
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I.

'Lift me without the tent, I say,-
Me and my ottoman,-
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It was a Moorish maiden was sitting by a well,
And what the maiden thought of, I cannot, cannot, tell,
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Sound the fife, and cry the slogan-
Let the pibroch shake the air
With its wild triumphal music,
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In the silence of my chamber,
When the night is still and deep,
And the drowsy heave of ocean
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It was upon an April morn,
While yet the frost lay hoar,
We heard Lord James's bugle-horn
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