THE SCOTIAD - damowords

GAYTHELOSPART 2 – ALBAMa’ lang syne sangs the noo begin,As Aeneas left Troy's ruin& Moses climb'd Mount Sinai,Saw wonders in a thund'rous sky,There lived a prince of Scythia,Wielder of sic a great powerNam’d Gaythelos, fam’d tall & fine,Descended from old Nimrod's line,Who had beat well the battledrumBefore ill-fated Illium,Now Gaythelos strides Trojan sandsWhere gather'd are the Grecian bands,There boards a ship & leaves the shore,Strewn with the foosty wrack of war,AegyptGaythelos hoped his father’s crownBut on returning to his townBeing the cause of civil warsMen drove him from his native shores,To sail the histrionic breezeAcross those ancient, wine-dark seas,Reaching the delta of the NileWhere lives the viscous crocodile& midst the bright Aegyptian raceHe fell in love with woman’s grace;She was Pharoe’s fairest daughterPerfumed peahen, dark-eyed Scotia,Them soon in marriage bound & bloodAs princes & princesses should!