Dunnotar, protector of Scotland's honors,
how crippled you have become
but for Cromwell's rage and purpose.
Give the governor's lady your papers,
for all is not lost in your courts!
Through besieging forces
she will smuggle them out
in a place no gentleman dare search.
And your treasure is safe in her keeping,
until the crown of oppression is crushed
and the Viscountess assumes her duty
reviving your former glory;
resurrecting your rightful status
as you have done for Scotland,
preserving what has no price.
Copyright © Thvia Shetley | Year Posted 2010
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