Against the sun they gave to shine
The bold Sir Roderick’s banner’d Pine.[119]
Nearer and nearer as they bear,
Spears, pikes, and axes flash in air.
Now might you see the tartans brave,[120]
And plaids and plumage dance and wave:
Now see the bonnets[121] sink and rise,
As his tough oar the rower plies;
See, flashing at each sturdy stroke,
The wave ascending into smoke;