Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.
408 . Commemoration of Rodney’s 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!