A Farewell To Arbroath Arbroath, farewell ! Thou much loved scene, where kindness winged each passing day ; in thee so blest our stay has been, with pain we force ourselves away. But though the parting trumpet's sound now bids us leave thy friendly shore, Arbroath shall oft be pledged around the social tables in Strathmore And should a foe insult this coast, - where long may peace and plenty reign ! - should danger rouse your loyal host, to prove the impious menace vain, Whate'er the patriot's bosom warms the civic, the eternal tie shall summon us to friends in arms with them to conquer or to die. Ye matrons kind, ye nymphs so fair who charmed us with endearing smiles, for such as you we'll proudly share the soldier's dangers and his toils. Anon