caledonia—a bald
tune—“caledonian hunts' delight” ow.
there was once a day, but old time wasythen young,
that brave caledonia, the chief of her line,
from some of your northeries sprung,
(who knows not that brave caledonia's divine?)
from tweed to the orcades was her domain,
to hunt, or to pasture, or do what she would:
her heav'nly retions there fixed her reign,
and pledg'd her their godheads to warrant it good.
a mbkin in peace, but a lion in war,
the pride of her kihe heroine grew:
her grandsire, old odin, triumphantly swore,—
“whoe
Caledonia—A Ballad(1/5)