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T33744 1 OLD LONG SYNE UNKNOWN Old Lang Syne O CALEDON, O CALEDON, / How wretched is thy Fate O Caledon, O Caledon Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 3: 608 An Excellent new / SONG, ?-?

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O CALEDON, O CALEDON, How wretched is thy Fate I, thy St. ANDREW do lament, Thy poor abondond State. O Caledon, O Caledon, How grievd am I to think; The thy sad Story written is, With Blood instead of Ink. IN Days of Yore you was renownd, Conspicuous was your FAME, All Nations did your Valour Praise, And Loyalty Proclaim; You did your Ancient Rights maintain, And liberties defend, And scornd to have it thought that you On England did depend. UNTO your Kings you did adhere, Stood by the Royal Race; With them you Honour great did gain, And Paths of Glory trace; With Royal STEWART at your Head All Enemies oppose, And like our brave Couragious Clans; In Pieces cut your Foes. YOUR Kings did Justice then dispense, And led you on to Fight; And your Heroick Valour was, Like their Example, bright. An happy People then you were, In plenty did abound, And your untainted Loyalty With Blessings great was crownd. BUT Oh! Alas, the Case is changd, Your wretched and forlorn; The Hardships now imposd on you By Slaves are only born: Your antient Rights, which you so long Did with your Blood maintain, Are meanly sold and given up, And you dare scarce complain. JUSTICE now hath fled away, With Taxes your opprest, And every little pratling Wretch May freely you molest.
The choisest of your Noble Blood Are banishd far away, And such as do remain at Home, Must truckle and obey. YOUR Martial Spirits quite decayd, Your poor contented Slaves, Your kickd and cuffd, oppressd, harrassd, By Scoundrels, Fools and Knaves. You did against your King rebel, Abjurd the Royal Race: For which just Heaven did punish you, With Woes, Contempt, Disgrace. THIS Prince alone the Crown should wear And Royal Scepter sway, To Him alone you should submit, And your Alledgeance pay. A Prince indud with Virtues rare, So Warlike, Just and Great, That were it not to punish you, Hed have a better Fate. O CALEDON, O CALEDON, Look back from whence you fell, And from your Sufferings, learn your Guilt, And never more rebel; Regain your antient Liberties, Redeem your Rights and Laws, Restore your injurd Lawful King; Or perish in the Cause. YOUR Reputation thus you may, Thus only can retrieve, And till you Justice do to Him, You need not think to thrive. O may the Almighty King of Kings, His Sovrain Power extend, And his Anointeds precious Life, From Perils all defend. O may just Heaven assert his Right, Him to his own Restore, And may the Scottish Nation shine, Illustrious as before. O Caledon, O Caledon, How joyful woud I be, To see the King upon the Throne, And you from Chains set free.
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