Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.
408 . Commemoration of Rodneys Victory
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Here’s to the memory of those on the twelfth that we lost!—
That we lost, did I say?—nay, by Heav’n, that we found;
For their fame it will last while the world goes round.
Whoe’er would betray him, on high may he swing! And here’s the grand fabric, our free C As built on the base of our great Revolution! And longer with Politics not to be cramm’d, Be A And who would to L May his son be a hangman—and he his first trial!