And don’t forget your galvanic band;
We will play at cards in the lions den,
And go to bed when the clock strikes ten.
An Address to Lord Byron.
Know’st thou the land where the hardy green thistle,
The red-blooming heather and harebell abound?
Where oft o’er the mountains the shepherd’s shrill whistle
Is heard in the gloaming so sweetly to sound?
Know’st thou the land of the mountain and flood,