The gallant Sir Robert fought hard to the end;
But who can with Fate and quart-bumpers contend?
Though Fate said—A hero shall perish in light;
So up rose bright Phoebus—and down fell the knight.
Next up rose our bard, like a prophet in drink:
"Craigdarroch, thou'll soar when creation shall sink!
But if thou wouldst flourish immortal in rhyme,
Come—one bottle more—and have at the sublime!
"Thy line, that have struggled for Freedom with Bruce,
Shall heroes and patriots ever produce: