If you connect each line with its own verse, I do not think you will find that either the sentiment or the expression loses any of its energy.” Acting upon these suggestions Burns altered his Poem to suit the music, but in simplicity and grandeur the first version was far superior to the second. BANNOCKBURN. Robert Bruce’s address to his Army. ―――― Scots, wha hae wi’ Wallace bled: Scots, wham Bruce has often led; Welcome to your gory bed, Or to glorious victory! Now’s the day and now’s the hour; See the front o’ battle lour See approach proud Edward’s power―― Edward! chains and slaverie! Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward’s grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Traitor! coward! turn and flee! Wha for Scotland’s king and law Freedom’s sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand, or Freeman fa’, Caledonia! on wi’ me! By oppression’s woes and pains! By your sons in servile chains! We will drain our dearest veins. But they shall be――shall be free! Lay the proud usurper low! Tyrants fall in every foe! Liberty’s in every blow! Forward: let us do or die! Curiously enough one of the earliest Parodies of this Poem is a satirical effusion directed against a victim of foul wrong and oppression, Caroline of Brunswick, wife of George IV., and her sympathisers, Sir John Cam Hobhouse, Joseph Hume, Alderman Wood, and her advocate Henry Brougham (_Broom_), afterwards Lord Chancellor. Brandenburgh House, at Hammersmith, was the residence of Queen Caroline. Gulls, who’ve heard what HOBHOUSE said! Gulls whom JOSEPH HUME has led! Who deem that Pater Moore has head For Plans of Liberty! Now’s the day, and now’s the hour, See the face of GIFFORD lour, See approach the lawyer’s power, Bags and knavery. Who’ll believe Italian spies? When honest _Times_ indignant cries, That all they say are monstrous lies, Foul conspiracy! Who for England’s Queen so bright, To purchase Plate subscribes his mite, Or signs addresses, wrong or right, To Brandenburgh with me! By our _Wood_ that shields the Queen, By our _Broom_ that sweeps all clean, We will go through thick and thin, But she shall be free! Lay her proud accusers low, Pure she’ll prove as “unsunned snow,” Can we but persuade them so, Let us on and see! ―――― BRITONS WHO HAVE OFTEN BLED.