POEMA. DI WALTER SCOTT, eCC. l83 



di ciascuna , come del nostro modo di sentire in 

 queste materie. 



Testo inglese. 



Boat .Soxc. 



Had to the chief who in triumph advances ' 



Honour d and bless'd be the ever-green Pine! 

 Long may the Tree in. his banner that glances , 

 Flourish, the shelter and grace of our line! 

 Heaven send it happy dav ., 

 Earth lend it sap anew , 

 Gayly to bourgeon , and broadly to grow , 

 tVhile every Highland glen 

 Sends our shout back agen , 

 << Roderigh Vich Alpine dlui, ho! ieroe '. >/ 

 Oars is no sapling, cliance-sown by the fountain , 



Blooming at Beltane, in winter to fade; 

 When the whirlwind has stripp'd every leaf on the mountfiin . 

 The more shall Clan-Alpine exult in her shade, 

 Moor'd in the rifted rock , 

 Proof to the tempest's shocks 

 Firmer he roots him the ruder it blow; 



Menteith and Breadalbane , then. 

 Echo his praise agen , 

 « Roderigh Vich Alpine dhu , ho ! ieroe ! » 

 Proudly our pibroch has triltd in Glen Fruin , 



And Bannochars groans to our slogan replied i 

 Glen Luss and Ross-dliu , they are smoking in ruin > 

 And the best of Loch-Lomond lie dead on her side- 

 Widow and Saxon maid 

 Long shall lament our raid 



