COVENANTER BANNER

THE COVENANTER BANNER.

A verse by an Ayrshire Elder sent to Rev  Mr Steele of Dalry, and read at a bi centenary. Johnson`s Treasury p565-6.

Blow softly, ye breezes, by mountain and moor, O`er the graves of the Covenant men, By the muirland and flood that were red with their blood,

Can ye waft the old watchwords again ?

  “For Scotland and Christ”  the breezes of old O`er the wilds of the Westland bore, From the Lugar and Nith to the Lothian Frith,
And the German Ocean`s shore.   And where`er they blew, a prayer  was breathed And a holy psalm was sung; And hands were clasped  and the banner grasped When the Covenant watchword rang.   O for the brave true hearts of old,
That bled when the banner perished ! O for the Faith that was strong in death – The Faith that our fathers cherished !   The banner might fall, but the spirit lived, And liveth for evermore;

And Scotland claims  as her noblest names,

The Covenant Men of yore.