Claudean Lyrics
CALEDONIA<br />
(Robert Burns)<br />
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There was on a time, but old Time was then young,<br />
That brave Caledonia, the chief of her line,<br />
From some of your northern deities sprung<br />
(Who knows not that brave Caledonia's divine ?)<br />
From Tweed to the Orcades was her domain,<br />
To hunt, or to pasture, or do what she would.<br />
Her heav'nly relations there fixed her reign,<br />
And pledg'd her their godheads to warrant it good.<br />
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A lambkin in peace but a lion in war,<br />
The pride of her kindred the heroine grew.<br />
Her grandsire, old Odin, triumphantly swore:-<br />
'Whoe'er shall provoke thee, th' encounter shall rue!<br />
With tillage or pasture at times she would sport,<br />
To feed her fair flocks by her green rustling corn;<br />
But chiefly the woods were her fav'rite resort,<br />
Her darling amusement the hounds and the horn,<br />
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Long quiet she reign'd, till thitherward steers<br />
A flight of bold eagles from Adria's strand,<br />
Repeated, successive, for many long years,<br />
They darken'd the air, and they plunder'd the land,<br />
Their pounces were murder, and horror their cry;<br />
They'd conquer'd and ravag'd a world beside.<br />
She took to her hills, and her arrows let fly-<br />
The daring invaders, they fled or they died!<br />
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The Cameleon-Savage disturb'd her repose,<br />
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With tumult, disquiet, rebellion, and strife,<br />
Provok'd beyond bearing, at last she arose,<br />
And robb'd him at once of his hopes and his life.<br />
The Anglian lion, the terror of France,<br />
Oft, prowling, ensanguin'd the Tweed's silver flood,<br />
But, taught by the bright Caledonian lance,<br />
He learned to fear in his own native wood<br />
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The fell Harpy-raven took wing from the north<br />
The scourge of the seas, and the dread of the shore;<br />
The Wild Scandinavian Boar issued forth<br />
To wanton in carnage and wallow in gore;<br />
O'er countries and kingdoms their fury prevail,<br />
No arts could appease them, no arms could repel;<br />
But brave Caledonia in vain they assail'd<br />
As Largs well can witness, an Loncartie.<br />
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Thus bold, independent, unconquer'd, and free,<br />
Her bright course of glory forever shall run,<br />
For brave Caledonia immortal must be,<br />
I'll prove it from Euclid as clear as the sun:<br />
Rectangle-triangle, the figure we'll chuse,<br />
The upright is Chance, and old Time is the Base;<br />
But brave Caledonia's the hypothenuse;<br />
Then, ergo, she'll match't them, and match them always.<br />
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tune: Caledonian Hunt's Delight (328)<br />
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