Poems on several occasions, by Claudero

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Page 4 - I was built up in Gothic times, And have stood several hundred reigns; Sacred my mem'ry and my name, For kings and queens I did proclaim. I peace and war did oft...
Page 5 - Your ancestors around me walk'd; Your kings and nobles 'side me talk'd; And lads and lasses, with delight, Set tryst with me to meet at night; No tryster e'er was at a loss, For why, /'// meet you at the Cross. I country people did direct Through all the city with respect, Who missing me, will look as droll As mariners without the pole. On me great men have lost their lives, And for a maiden left their wives. Low rogues likeways oft...
Page 4 - The last speech and dying words of the Cross of Edinburgh, which was hanged, drawn, and quartered, on Monday the 1 5th of March 1756, for the horrid crime of being an incumbrance to the street.
Page 2 - They do not always deal in blood ; Nor yet in breaking human bones ; For Quixot-lik.e they knock down stones.
Page 6 - I shall assign the pristine date. When the intrepid, matchless Charles Came here with many Highland Carls, And o'er my top, in public sight, Proclaim'd aloud his Father's Right; From that day forth it was agreed, That I should as a Rebel bleed; And at this time they think it meet To snatch my fabric off the street, Lest I should tell to them once more The tale I told ten years before.
Page 3 - House, which fell under Military Execution, Anno 1755." In later editions the date assigned is 1753. Your antient Kings did enter here, Tho' strangers now for many a year. My Cross likewise, of old renown, Will next to you be tumbled down ; And by degrees each ancient place Will perish by this modern Race.
Page 6 - ... twine, Think on your end, nor proud behave, There's nothing sure this side the grave.' " Ye jolly youths, with richest wine, Who drunk my dirge, for your propine, I do bequeath my lasting boon: May heav'n preserve you late and soon: May royal wine, in royal bowls, And lovely women cheer your souls, Till by old age you gently die, To live immortal in the sky. " To own my faults I have no will, For I have done both good and ill; As to the crime for which I die, To my last gasp, Not guilty, I. But...
Page 6 - Tho' wealth, and youth, and beauty shine, And all the graces round you twine, Think on your end, nor proud behave, There's nothing sure this side the grave.' " Ye jolly youths, with richest wine, Who drunk my dirge, for your propine, I do bequeath my lasting boon: May heav'n preserve you late and soon: May royal wine, in royal bowls, And lovely women cheer your souls, Till by old age you gently die, To live immortal in the sky.

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