MS: Song to the tune, 'Caledonian Hunt's Delight'

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MS: Song to the tune, 'Caledonian Hunt's Delight'

Tune - Caledonian Hunt's Delight ----

There was on a time, but old Time then was young,
That brave Caledonia, the chief of her line,
From some of your northern deities sprung,
(Who knows not that brave Caledonias divine:)
From Tweed to the Orcades was her domain,
To hunt or to pasture or do what she would:
Her heavenly relations there fixed her reign,
And pledged her their godheads to warrant it good. ----

A lambkin in peace, but a lion in war,
The pride of her kindred the Heroine grew:
Her grandsire, old Odin, triumphantly swore ----
"Whoe'er shall provoke thee th' encounter shall rue!"
With tillage or pasture at times she would sport,
To feed her fair flocks by her green rustling corn;
But chiefly the woods were her fav'rite resort,
Her darling amusement the hounds & the horn. ----

Long quiet she reigned till thitherward steers
A flight of bold eagles from Adria's strand:

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