text:  Never from the field of combat never from the deadly fray Was a nobler trophy carried than we bring with us to-day: Never since the valiant Douglas in his dauntless bosom bore Good King Robert's heart--the priceless--to our dear Redeemer's shore! Lo! we bring with us the hero--Lo! we bring the conquering Graeme Crown'd as best beseems a victor from the altar of his fame; Fresh and bleeding from the battle whence his spirit took its flight Midst the crashing charge of squadrons and the thunder of the fight! Strike I say the notes of triumph as we march o'er moor and lea Is there any here will venture to bewail our dead Dundee? Let the widows of the traitors weep until their eyes are dim; Wail ye may indeed for Scotland--let none dare to mourn for him! See above his glorious body lies the royal banner's fold-- See his valiant blood is mingled with its crimson and its gold-- See how calm he looks and stately like a warrior on his shield Waiting till the flush of morning breaks upon the battle field