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Alteram Partem
Our Slogan – Ye Grit Pool – first
pealed to Heaven in thirteen hundred and Seventy-Seven.
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Can you not see it? Strange
obliquity!
MERCER synonyms hoar antiquity //
Cardinal Wardlaw from Adam downward brings
From sire to son our ancient Scottish Kings
David The First, that "sair saint to the Crown,"
As his descendants cannot us disown;
The Royal Stuart and Wallace blood remains
And flows with lively vigour through our veins;
Le Seigneur de Couci, ni Prince, ni Roi,
From him YOUNG TIME our early cadence saw;
From Paris' Grand Provosts too we claim
Our Gallic blood - they Huguenots became -
Titles, lands, honours, country they forsook,
And refuge on our soil of freedom took;
We two Aleumuses claim as our sires;
Then Thomas, whose son, John, Aldie acquires;
Schir Andro, Michael, and his son Andrew;
We from Sir Laurence to existence grew;
Robert of Newton, Andrew was his son,
Then through three Laurences our blood did run;
Pitteuchar's "Will," Sub-Sheriff of Perthshire;
George, who Dryden and Gorthy did acquire,
Thirteen sires had we in six hundred years -
A fact most true, as it most strange appears, -
From Thomas, born twelve hundred and sixty,
To George, who died in eighteen fifty-three.
Aleumus first had not attained manhood
When Tay and Almond swept off Perth in flood;
So "sicker 'tis as onie thing on erth,
The Mercers aye are aulder than auld Perth."
Then should we bear us bravely, do no shame,
Nor blot the scutcheon of our ancient name;
Strive, sternly strive, till called to lay life down,
Through God's good grace to make
Christ's Cross our Crown. |
