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Tune—“ CALEDONIAN Hunt's DELIGHT.”
THERE was once a day, but old Time then was young,
That brave Caledonia, the chief of her line, From some of your northern deities sprung,
(Who knows not that brave Caledonia's divine?) From Tweed to the Orcades was her domain,
To hunt, or to pasture, or do what she would: Her heavenly relations there fixed her reign,
And pledg'd her their godheads to warrant it good.
A lambkin in peace, but a lion in war,
The pride of her kindred, the heroine grew : Her grandsire, old Odin, triumphantly swore “ Whoe'er shall provoke thee th' encounter shall
With tillage or pasture at times she would sport,
To feed her fair flocks by her green rustling corn; But chiefly the woods were her fav’rite resort, i
Her darling amusement, the hounds and the horn,
Long quiet she reigned ; 'till thitherward steers
A flight of bold eagles from Adria's strand : * Repeated, successive, for many long years,
They darken’d the air, and they plunder'd the land: Their pounces were murder, and terror their cry,
They'd conquer'd and ruin'd a world beside ; She took to her hills and her arrows let fly,
The daring invaders they fled or they died.
The fell Harpy-raven took wing from the north,
The scourge of the seas, and the dread of the shore; of The wild Scandinavian boar issu'd forth
To wanton in carnage and wallow in gore:*
No arts could appease them, no arms could repel; But brave Caledonia in vain they assaild,
As Largs well can witness, and Loncartie tell. s
* The Romans. The Saxons. The Danes.
§ Two famous battles in which the Danes or Norwegians were defeated.
The Cameleon-savage disturb'd her repose, i .: 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.
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 hypotenuse; . Then ergo, she'll match them, and match them
* The Highlanders of the Isles.
+ This singular figure of poetry, taken from the mathematics, refers to the famous proposition of Pythagoras, the 47th of Euclid. In a right-angled triangle, the square of the hypotenuse is always equal to the squares of the two other sides.
The following Poem was written to a Gentleman who had sent him a news-paper, and offered to
: continue it free of expense,
KIND Sir, I've read your paper through,
How Royal George, the Lord leuk o'er him!
Ellisland, Monday morning, 1790.: