Classic Poem

The elders of the city
Have met within their hall—
The men whom good King James had charged
To watch the tower and wall.
‘Your hands are weak with age,’ he said,
‘Your hearts are stout and true;
So bide ye in the Maiden Town,
While others fight for you
My trumpet from the Border-side
Shall send a blast so clear,
That all who wait within the gate
That stirring sound may hear.
Or, if it be the will of Heaven
That back I never come,
And if, instead of Scottish shouts,
Ye hear the English drum,—
Then let the warning bells ring out,
Then gird you to the fray,
Then man the walls like burghers stout,
And fight while fight you may.
'Twere better that in fiery flame
The roofs should thunder down,
Than that the foot of foreign foe
Should trample in the town!’