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THE FLOWERS OF THE FOREST.

FROM Spey to the border,
Was peace and good order;
The sway of our Monarch was mild as the M(illegible text)
Peace he adored,
Which South'rons abhorred;
Our marches they plunder, our wardens they slay

'Gainst Louis, our ally,
Their Henry did sally,
Tho' James, but in vain, did his heralds advance
Renouncing alliance,
Denouncing defiance,
To South'rons if langer abiding in France.

Many were the omens,
Our ruin was coming,
E'er the flower of the nation was call'd to array
Our King at devotion,
St. Andrew gave him caution,
And sigh'd as with sorrow he to him did say,—

Sir, in this expedition,
You must have ambition;
From the company of women you must keep away,
When the spectre thus declared,
It quickly disappeared,
But where it retired no man could espy.

The flowers of the natiou,
Were call'd to their station,