Synopsis

A Tale Where pastoral Tweed, renown'd in song, With rapid murmur flows; In Caledonia's classic ground, The hall of Arthur rose. A braver Briton never arm'd To guard his native isle. A gentler friend did never make The social circle smile. Twice he arose, from rebel rage To save the British crown; And in the field where heroes strove He won him high renown. But to the ploughshare turn'd the sword, When bloody war did cease; And in the arbour which he rear'd He rais'd the song of peace. An only daughter in his age Solaced a father's care; And all the country bless'd the name Of Emily the Fair.