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“My arm it is my country's right,

“ Come, from Newbattle's* ancient spires, My heart is in my truelove's bower;

Bauld Lothian, with your knights and squires,
Gayly for love and fame to fight

And match the mettle of your sires,
Befits the gallant Troubadour."

Carle, now the king's come!
And while he march'd with helm on head “ You're welcome hame, my Montague !
And harp in hand, the descant rung,

Bring in your band the young-Buccleugh ;-
As faithful to his favourite maid,

I'm missing some that I may rue,
The minstrel burden still he sung:

Carle, now the king's come!
“My arm it is my country's right,
My heart is in my lady's bower ;

“ Come, Haddington, the kind and gay, Resolved for love and fame to fight,

You've graced my causeway mony a day;
I come, a gallant Troubadour.”

I'll weep the cause if you should stay,
E'en when the battle-roar was deep,

Carle, now the king's come! With dauntless heart he hew'd his way “ Come, premier duket and carry doun, 'Mid splintering lance and falchion-sweep, Frae yonder craigs his ancient croun; And still was heard his warrior-lay:

It's had a lang sleep and a soun'“My life it is my country's right,

But, Carle, now the king's come !
My heart is in my lady's bower;
For love to die, for fame to fight,

“Come, Athole, from the hill and wood,
Becomes the valiant Troubadour."

Bring down your clansmen, like a cloud ;

Come, Morton, show the Douglas blood, -
Alas! upon the bloody field

Carle, now the king's come!
He fell beneath the foeman's glaive,
But still, reclining on his shield,

“Come, Tweeddale, true as sword to sheath ;
Expiring sung th' exulting stave :

Come, Hopetoun, fear'd on fields of death; “My life it is my country's right,

Come, Clerk, and give your bugle breath;
My heart is in my lady's bower ;

Carle, now the king's come !
For love and fame to fall in fight,
Becomes the valiant Troubadour."

“ Come, Wemyss, who modest merit aids;
Come, Roseberry, from Dalmeny shades ;
Breadalbane, bring your belted plaids ;

Carle, now the king's come!
CARLE, NOW THE KING'S COME.*

“Come, stately Niddrie,| auld and true,

Girt with the sword that Minden knew; The news has flown frae mouth to mouth; We have ower few such lairds as youThe north for ance has bang'd the south;

Carle, now the king's come! The de'il a Scotsman's die of drouth,

“ King Arthur's grown a common crier,
Carle, now the king's come.

He's heard in Fife and far Cantire,-
CHORUS

' Fie, lads, behold my crest of fire !'I
Carle, now the king's come!

Carle, now the king's come !
Carle, now the king's come!
Thou shalt dance and I will sing, “ Saint Abb roars out, “I see him pass

Carle, now the king's come ! Between Taptallon and the Bass!'-
Auld England held him lang and fast;

Calton, get on your keeking-glass, And Ireland had a joyfu' cast;

Carle, now the king's come !"
But Scotland's turn has come at last-

The carline stopp'd ; and sure I am,
Carle, now the king's come !

For very glee had ta'en a dwam,
Auld Reikie, in her rokela gray,

But Oman help'd her to a dram.Thought never to have seen the day ;

Cogie, now the king's come !
He's been a weary time away

Cogie, now the king's come!
But, Carle, now the king's come!

Cogie, now the king's come!
She's skirling frae the Castle Hill,

I'se be four and ye's be toom,
The carline's voice is grown sae shrill,

Cogie, now the king's come !
Ye'll hear her at the Canon Mill,
Carle, now the king's come!

* Seat of the Marquis of Lothian.

+ Uncle to the Duke of Buccleugh. “Up, bairns,” she cries,“ baith great and sma',

Hamilton.

$ The castle. And busk ye for the weapon shaw !

ll Wauchope of Niddrie, a noble-looking old man, and Stand by me and we'll bang them a'!

a fine specimen of an ancient baron. Carle, now the king's come!

T There is to be a bonfire on the top of Arthur's seal.

** The Castle-hill commands the finest view of the * Composed on the occasion of the royal visit to Scot- Frith of Forth, and will be covered with thousands, anzland, in August, 1822.

iously looking for the royal squadron.

BEING NEW WORDS TO AN AULD SPRING.

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