Ramsay

Scotland is like a mighty cataract, That bears the weight of navies on its bosom, And hurls them to destruction. When divided In many petty streams, it frets, and foams, And wastes itself away like idle spray, And does no execution. Were thy nobles United, they might brave the power of Edward; But thy proud barons leagued against each other, Destroy their country and defeat themselves, The victims of extremes. I will not stay To bow to Edward; but, with a few friends, Will cut my way through the victorious hosts, Were they thrice doubled, and shall meet the war That soon must burst upon thy towers, Dunbar!