f rrow and care;
but, for e and for wele, not ore known to fa,
than the sense, wit, and taste, of a sweet lovely da
a bard was selected to witness the fray,
and tell future as the feats of the day;
a bard who detested all sadness and spleen,
and wish&039;d that parnass a veyard had been
the dner beg over, the cret they ply,
and ev&039;ry new rk is a new sprg of joy;
the bands of old friendship and kdred set,
and the bands grew the tighter the ore they were wet
gay pleasure ran riot as bupers ran o&039;er:
bright phoeb ne&039;er witness&039;d joyo a re,
and vow&039;d that to leave the he was ite forlorn,
till cynthia hted he&039;d see the next orn
six bottles a-piece had well wore out the night,
when galnt sir robert, to fish the fight,
turn&039;d o&039;er one buper a bottle of red,
and swore &039;as the way that their ancestor did
then worthy glenriddel, cautio and sa,
no lonr the warfare ungodly would wa;
a high rulg elder to wallow e;
he left the foul bess to folks less dive
the galnt sir robert fought hard to the end;
but who can with fate and art bupers ntend!
though fate said, a hero should perish light;
uprose bright phoeb—and down fell the knight
next uprose our bard, like a prophet drk:—
“craigdarroch, thou&039;lt ar when creation shall sk!
but if thou would flourish iortal rhy,
e—one bottle ore—and have at the subli!
“thy le, that have struggled for freedo with bruce,
shall heroes and patriots ever produce:
the be the urel, and e be the bay;
the field thou hast won, by yon bright god of day!”
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