New Collected Rhymes [2]
Rose and the Star, Breathe o'er the years and the snow.
THE TENTH OF JUNE, 1715
(Being a Song writ for a lady born on June 10th, the birthday of his Most Sacred Majesty King James III. and VIII.)
Day of the King and the flower! And the girl of my heart's delight, The blackbird sings in the bower, And the nightingale sings in the night A song to the roses white.
Day of the flower and the King! When shall the sails of white Shine on the seas and bring In the day, in the dawn, in the night, The King to his land and his right?
Day of my love and my may, After the long years' flight, Born on the King's birthday, Born for my heart's delight, With the dawn of the roses white!
Black as the blackbird's wing Is her hair, and her brow as white As the white rose blossoming, And her eyes as the falcon's bright And her heart is leal to the right.
When shall the joy bells ring? When shall the hours unite The right with the might of my King, And my heart with my heart's delight; In the dawn, in the day, in the night?
WHITE ROSE DAY--JUNE 10, 1688
'Twas a day of faith and flowers, Of honour that could not die, Of Hope that counted the hours, Of sorrowing Loyalty: And the Blackbird sang in the closes, The Blackbird piped in the spring, For the day of the dawn of the Roses, The dawn of the day of the King!
White roses over the heather, And down by the Lowland lea, And far in the faint blue weather, A white sail guessed on the sea! But the deep night gathers and closes, Shall ever a morning bring The lord of the leal white roses, The face of the rightful King?
RED AND WHITE ROSES
Red roses under the sun For the King who is lord of land; But he dies when his day is done, For his memory careth none When the glass runs empty of sand.
White roses under the moon For the King without lands to give; But he reigns with the reign of June, With the rose and the Blackbird's tune, And he lives while Faith shall live.
Red roses for beef and beer; Red roses for wine and gold; But they drank of the water clear, In exile and sorry cheer, To the kings of our sires of old.
Red roses for wealth and might; White roses for hopes that flee; And the dreams of the day and the night, For the Lord of our heart's delight - For the King that is o'er the sea.
THE BONNIE BANKS O' LOCH LOMOND--1746
There's an ending o' the dance, and fair Morag's safe in France, And the Clans they hae paid the lawing, And the wuddy has her ain, and we twa are left alane, Free o' Carlisle gaol in the dawing.
So ye'll tak the high road, and I'll tak the laigh road, An' I'll be in Scotland before ye: But me and my true love will never meet again, By the bonnie, bonnie banks o' Loch Lomond.
For my love's heart brake in twa, when she kenned the Cause's fa', And she sleeps where there's never nane shall waken, Where the glen lies a' in wrack, wi' the houses toom and black, And her father's ha's forsaken.
While there's heather on the hill shall my vengeance ne'er be still, While a bush hides the glint o' a gun, lad; Wi' the men o' Sergeant Mor shall I work to pay the score, Till I wither on the wuddy in the sun, lad!
So ye'll tak the high road, and I'll tak the laigh road, An' I'll be in Scotland before ye: But me and my true love will never meet again, By the bonnie, bonnie banks o' Loch Lomond.
KENMURE--1715
"The heather's in a blaze, Willie, The White Rose decks the tree, The Fiery Cross is on the braes, And the King is on the sea!
"Remember great Montrose, Willie, Remember fair Dundee, And strike one stroke at the foreign foes Of the King that's on the sea.
"There's Gordons in the North, Willie, Are rising frank and free, Shall a Kenmure Gordon not go forth For the King that's on the sea?
"A trusty sword to draw, Willie, A comely weird to dree, For the Royal Rose that's like the snaw, And the King that's on the sea!"
He cast ae look across his lands, Looked over loch and lea, He took his fortune in his hands, For the King was on the sea.
Kenmures have fought in Galloway
THE TENTH OF JUNE, 1715
(Being a Song writ for a lady born on June 10th, the birthday of his Most Sacred Majesty King James III. and VIII.)
Day of the King and the flower! And the girl of my heart's delight, The blackbird sings in the bower, And the nightingale sings in the night A song to the roses white.
Day of the flower and the King! When shall the sails of white Shine on the seas and bring In the day, in the dawn, in the night, The King to his land and his right?
Day of my love and my may, After the long years' flight, Born on the King's birthday, Born for my heart's delight, With the dawn of the roses white!
Black as the blackbird's wing Is her hair, and her brow as white As the white rose blossoming, And her eyes as the falcon's bright And her heart is leal to the right.
When shall the joy bells ring? When shall the hours unite The right with the might of my King, And my heart with my heart's delight; In the dawn, in the day, in the night?
WHITE ROSE DAY--JUNE 10, 1688
'Twas a day of faith and flowers, Of honour that could not die, Of Hope that counted the hours, Of sorrowing Loyalty: And the Blackbird sang in the closes, The Blackbird piped in the spring, For the day of the dawn of the Roses, The dawn of the day of the King!
White roses over the heather, And down by the Lowland lea, And far in the faint blue weather, A white sail guessed on the sea! But the deep night gathers and closes, Shall ever a morning bring The lord of the leal white roses, The face of the rightful King?
RED AND WHITE ROSES
Red roses under the sun For the King who is lord of land; But he dies when his day is done, For his memory careth none When the glass runs empty of sand.
White roses under the moon For the King without lands to give; But he reigns with the reign of June, With the rose and the Blackbird's tune, And he lives while Faith shall live.
Red roses for beef and beer; Red roses for wine and gold; But they drank of the water clear, In exile and sorry cheer, To the kings of our sires of old.
Red roses for wealth and might; White roses for hopes that flee; And the dreams of the day and the night, For the Lord of our heart's delight - For the King that is o'er the sea.
THE BONNIE BANKS O' LOCH LOMOND--1746
There's an ending o' the dance, and fair Morag's safe in France, And the Clans they hae paid the lawing, And the wuddy has her ain, and we twa are left alane, Free o' Carlisle gaol in the dawing.
So ye'll tak the high road, and I'll tak the laigh road, An' I'll be in Scotland before ye: But me and my true love will never meet again, By the bonnie, bonnie banks o' Loch Lomond.
For my love's heart brake in twa, when she kenned the Cause's fa', And she sleeps where there's never nane shall waken, Where the glen lies a' in wrack, wi' the houses toom and black, And her father's ha's forsaken.
While there's heather on the hill shall my vengeance ne'er be still, While a bush hides the glint o' a gun, lad; Wi' the men o' Sergeant Mor shall I work to pay the score, Till I wither on the wuddy in the sun, lad!
So ye'll tak the high road, and I'll tak the laigh road, An' I'll be in Scotland before ye: But me and my true love will never meet again, By the bonnie, bonnie banks o' Loch Lomond.
KENMURE--1715
"The heather's in a blaze, Willie, The White Rose decks the tree, The Fiery Cross is on the braes, And the King is on the sea!
"Remember great Montrose, Willie, Remember fair Dundee, And strike one stroke at the foreign foes Of the King that's on the sea.
"There's Gordons in the North, Willie, Are rising frank and free, Shall a Kenmure Gordon not go forth For the King that's on the sea?
"A trusty sword to draw, Willie, A comely weird to dree, For the Royal Rose that's like the snaw, And the King that's on the sea!"
He cast ae look across his lands, Looked over loch and lea, He took his fortune in his hands, For the King was on the sea.
Kenmures have fought in Galloway