64 Songs of the Linncean Tribes. 



With insects' gems, 



On their verdant stems, 

 The Ophrys tribe in our borders we see, 



Queen of the flowers, 



These treasures are ours, 

 And we bring them with loyal hearts to thee. 



SONG OF THE MONOZCIAN TRIBES. 



From the flowing stream, we bring to our chief, 

 Sagittaria flowers with arrowy leaf', 

 And the reed-like 7>/>Aa, the sceptre fair 

 That our rural sovereign delights to bear, 

 Euphorbia we bring from the wild sea shore, 

 And the sedging Carex from land and moor. 

 Not these alone are our treasured store, 

 For our Beech, masts fatten the forest boar. 

 We have Cameron's Oak, and McGregor's Pine, 

 And Buchanan's Birch to yield us wine, 

 And Highland Hazel of bold Colquhoun, 

 While Mackintosh brings the Box for a boon. 



• SONG OF THE DKECIAN TRIBES. 



Princess, we lay on thy floral shrine, 



Light wreaths the graceful Humulus weaves, 



Our northern Myrtle with these we twine 

 The sweet Myrica's fragrant leaves. 



The dark festoons of the Tamus cling 

 To the silvery Willow's bending spray, 



Whose blossoms like down from the cygnet's wing, 

 Shed a golden light on the vernal day. 



The pearly tufts of the Mistletoe, 



With the evergreen Buxus leaves we bind, 



And the Aspen's slender boughs that throw 

 Their trembling leaves to the summer wind. 



In the battle's shock our tribe has stood 

 Renowned for many a valorous deed, 



And our faithful bows of the Yew-tree wood, 

 Shall guard our queen in the hour of need. 



SONG OF THE POLYGAMIAN TRIBES. 



The silvery Purslane's simple flowers, 

 Are all the humble prize we claim ; 



We have no roses in our bowers, 

 No fragrant blossoms known to fame. 



