Gilbert Keith Chesterton by Maisie Ward
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developments such a line as "Drive the trembling Papists backwards"
has an ironic humour. But one wonders what Aytoun himself would have made of a small boy who took his rhythm and sometimes his very words, turned his hero into a traitor ("false Montrose") and his traitor Argyll into a hero! I have left the spelling untouched. Sing of the Great Lord Archibald Sing of his glorious name Sing of his covenenting faith And his evelasting fame. One day he summoned all his men To meet on Cruerchin's brow Three thousand covenenting chiefs Who no master would allow Three thousand Knights With clamores drawn And targets tough and strong Knights who for the right Would ever fight And never bear the wrong. And he creid (his hand uplifted) "Soldiers of Scotland hear my vow Ere the morning shall have risen I will lay the trators low Or as ye march from the battle Marching back in battle file Ye shall there among the corpses |
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