ulf of ruin
- Open wide to whelm us all!
Never shall the ruthless spoiler
- Lay his hot insulting hand
On the sisters of our heroes,
- Whilst we bear a torch or brand!
Up! and rouse ye, then, my brothers,
- But when next ye hear the bell
Sounding forth the sullen summons
- That may be our funeral knell,
Once more let us meet together,
- Once more see each other's face;
Then, like men that need not tremble,
- Go to our appointed place.
God, our Father, will not fail us
- In that last tremendous hour,—
If all other bulwarks crumble,
- He will be our strength and tower:
Though the ramparts rock beneath us,
- And the walls go crashing down,
Though the roar of conflagration
- Bellow o'er the sinking town;
There is yet one place of shelter,
- Where the foeman cannot come,
Where the summons never sounded
- Of the trumpet or the drum.
There again we'll meet our children,
- Who, on Flodden's trampled sod,
For their king and for their country
- Rendered up their souls to God.
There shall we find rest and refuge,
- With our dear departed brave;
And the ashes of the city
- Be our universal grave!"