Paraphrase upon Psalm 137 by William Hamilton

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A Paraphrase upon Psalm 137
(as it is said) by Willie Hamilton.

1.

On Gallia’s Shore we sat &and wept,

When Scotland we thought on,

Rob’dRobbed of her bravest Sons, &and all

Her ancient Spirit gone!

2.

Revenge, the Sons of Gallia said,

Revenge your native Land;

Already your insulting Foes

Crowd the Batavian Strand

3.

How shall the Sons of Freedom e’erever

For foreign Conquest fight?
For 392 (392)
For pow’rpower how wield yethe Sword, depriv’ddeprived

Of Liberty &and Right?

4.

If thee, O Scotland, I forget,

Ev’nEven to my latest Breath,

May foul Dishonour stain my Name,

And bring a Coward’s Death.

5.

May sad Remorse of fancy’dfancied Guilt

My future Days employ,

If all thy sacred Rights are not

Above my chiefest Joy

6.

Remember England’s Children, Lord,

Who, on Drum^mossie-Day,

Deaf to the Voice of kindred Love,

Raze, raze it quite, did say!

7.

And thou, proud Gallia, faithless Friend,

Whose Ruin is not far,

Just Heav’nHeaven on thy devoted Head

Pour all the Woes of War!

8.

When thou thy slaughter’dslaughtered little Ones

And ravish’dravished Dames shalt see,

Such Help, such Pity may’st thou have,

As Scotland had from Thee!

Ode