from At Maldon - by
Waves beating up against cliffs.
/ Cliffs holding hard against waves.
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battles
Here lies our land - by
Small folk playing our part.
/ ‘Come all ye’, the country says
/ You win me, who take me most to heart. …
The Burial-March of Dundee - by
an extract
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/ II
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/ On the heights of Killiecrankie
/ Yester-morn our army lay:
/ Slowly rose the mist in columns
/ …