A Farewell To Arbroath
Arbroath, farewell ! Thou much loved scene,
where kindness winged each passing day ;
in thee so blest our stay has been,
with pain we force ourselves away.
But though the parting trumpet's sound
now bids us leave thy friendly shore,
Arbroath shall oft be pledged around
the social tables in Strathmore
And should a foe insult this coast, -
where long may peace and plenty reign ! -
should danger rouse your loyal host,
to prove the impious menace vain,
Whate'er the patriot's bosom warms
the civic, the eternal tie
shall summon us to friends in arms
with them to conquer or to die.
Ye matrons kind, ye nymphs so fair
who charmed us with endearing smiles,
for such as you we'll proudly share
the soldier's dangers and his toils.
Background image: An antique mahogany longcase
clock made by Charles Low of Arbroath around 1800.
Left in the Arbroath Coffee-Room by a member of the Meigle & Couper Yeomanry Cavalry in 1799