"We'll have him for a soldier bred, "His strength and courage let us nourish, Let every, &c. Roland arrived at man's estate, Proved that his father well admonish'd, Let every, &c. Few heroes have been so fortunate as Roland, "Vixere fortes ante Agamemnona,” "The brave conquered before Agamemnon," but then their very names have ingloriously perished. The military renown and amorous adventures of Roland have been consecrated to Fame by the immortal poems of Ariosto and Berni. His daring courage in battle, his gentleness and courtesy after victory, and his enthusiastic love, are still familiar to every reader; and we have only to regret the loss of his Chanson or military song, which formerly inspirited whole armies to the most perilous exploits. This song would have been a singular curiosity to Englishmen, as it was sung to animate the invading Normans at the battle of Hastings, by Taillefer, one of their minstrels, riding on horseback at the head of their army. Ч In single combat 'twas the same; If giant, sorc'rer, monster, devil. He left them in a rueful pickle. Let every, &c. In scaling walls with highest glee, He first the ladder fix'd, then mounted; Let him, my boys, our model be, Who men or perils never counted! At night with scouts he watch would keep, . With heart more gay than one in million, Or else on knapsack sounder sleep, Let every, &c. On stubborn foes he vengeance wreak'd, Each milder virtue took possession; Let every, &c. When ask'd why Frenchmen wield the brand, "His ministers and chosen few, 1 "No doubt have weigh'd these things in private, "Let us his enemies subdue, ""Tis all that soldiers e'er should drive at." Let every, &c. Roland, like Christian true, would live, His council in such weighty matter, His country's foes to drub and scatter. Let every, &c. At table Roland, ever gay, Would eat, and drink, and laugh, and rattle, But all was in a prudent way, On days of guard, or eve of battle. For still to king and country true, He held himself their constant debtor, And only drank in season due, When to transact he'd nothing better. Let every, &c. To captious blade he ne'er would bend, Was slow to take or give offences. None e'er had cause his arm to dread, But those who wrong'd his prince, or nation, On whom, whene'er to combat led, He dealt out death and devastation. Let every, &c. Roland too much ador'd the fair, From whom e'en heroes are defenceless, And by a queen of beauty rare, He all at once was rendered senseless. One hapless morn she left the knight, Who when he missed her, grew quite frantic, Our pattern, let him be in fight; His love was somewhat too romantic. Let every, &c. His mighty uncle, Charles the Great, Both early dignity and state, With high command, to Roland yielded. Yet tho' a General, Count, and Peer, Roland's kind heart all pride could smother, For each brave man from van to rear, Let every, &c. CLX. YES, I WILL GO WITH THEE, MY LOVE.* AIR." O Nannie, wilt thou go with me." Yes, I will go with thee, my love, My heart alone to pleasure leans, When far away from natal shores, And seas divide me from each friend, One look from him my soul adores Even women's softness knows to scorn; * This admirable and ingenious answer to the beautiful and favourite song of 0 Nannie wilt thou go with me, is the composition of the accomplished Lady Charlotte Campbell. |