[riddell] times of ROBERT GOURLAY 77 



Britannia's flag you now may see, 

 From Drummond's Hill to Fort Erie 

 While thousands range around; 

 With shot and sheel the trees they fell 

 And make a mighty sound. 



— Fifean. 

 Edinburgh Castle, May 6. 1839. 



A similar want of success in 1840 drove Gourlay again to rhyme — 

 he already drank as became his time and country — nascetur ridiculus 

 mus** 



Good lauk, what next! — a boat unfixed — 



The little Caroline 



Cut from the ice; and all so nice 



Now on the lake doth shine. 



A spec! — a spec! — a glorious spec! 

 The Buffaloes roar out, 

 Victoria's wealth is all our own, 

 And Canada no doubt. 



We'll moor the boat — we'll store the boat, 

 With ^'articles of freight" 

 And when our flag is hauled aloft 

 We'll swear the whole is right. 



For trade is free to all the free, 

 And we're the sons of freedom. 

 We'll freedom take, there's no mistake 

 Nor need we longer dread 'em. 



Ah, Jonathan! Ah, Jonathan! 

 Thou art a boastful loon; 

 But there's a God above, I trow 

 Will make you change your tune. 



Snug in your port, you deem it sport 

 To laugh at human woe; 

 But God above will you reprove 

 And that you soon shall know. 



It matters not what are His means. 

 Or what you call the deed. 

 The whole is rightly ordered, man. 

 Your wickedness to feed. 



To make you stamp, to make you swear. 

 To show you off a good long year, 

 That all the world may know — 

 Till human nature better is 

 You have no right to crow. 



