Tho’ James, but in vain, did his herauld advance,
Renouncing alliance,
Denouncing defiance,
To Soudrons, if langer abiding in France.
Many were the omens,
Our ruin was coming,
E’er the flower of our nation was call’d to array:
Our king at devotion,
St Andrew did caution,
And sigh’d as with sorrow he to him did say,—