AIR--_'Bannocks o' Barley Meal.'_ <br /> <br /> <br />Argyle is my name, and you may think it strange <br />To live at a court, and yet never to change; <br />To faction, or tyranny, equally foe, <br />The good of the land 's the sole motive I know. <br />The foes of my country and king I have faced, <br />In city or battle I ne'er was disgraced; <br />I 've done what I could for my country's weal, <br />Now I 'll feast upon bannocks o' barley meal. <br /> <br />Ye riots and revels of London, adieu! <br />And folly, ye foplings, I leave her to you! <br />For Scotland, I mingled in bustle and strife; <br />For myself, I seek peace and an innocent life: <br />I 'll haste to the Highlands, and visit each scene, <br />With Maggie, my love, in her rockley o' green; <br />On the banks of Glenary what pleasure I 'll feel, <br />While she shares my bannock o' barley meal! <br /> <br />And if it chance Maggie should bring me a son, <br />He shall fight for his king, as his father has done; <br />I 'll hang up my sword with an old soldier's pride-- <br />O! may he be worthy to wear 't on his side. <br />I pant for the breeze of my loved native place; <br />I long for the smile of each welcoming face; <br />I 'll aff to the Highlands as fast 's I can reel, <br />And feast upon bannocks o' barley meal.<br /><br />Alexander Boswell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bannocks-o-barley-meal/
