Jist crack that cannon ower the shore,
Weel rammed wi’ snuff, then let it roar
Ae Hielan’ sneeze! then never more
They’ll daur the nose o’ Frazer.
If that great Nose is ever deid,
To bury it ye dinna need,
Nae coffin made o’ wood or leed,
Could hand the nose o’ Frazer.
But let it stan’ itsel’ alane,
Erect, like some big Druid stane,
That a’ the warl’ may see its bane,
‘In memory o’ Frazer!’
CHAPTER VI
BALMORAL