This text comes from The Book of Scottish Song, edited by Alexander Whitelaw, a historical songbook transcribed on Wikisource and reproduced from the pinned revision linked below.
At the sunset of glory the ev'ning is calm,
No wild howling tempest can rave,
The winds are all hush'd, and the dew-drops are balm,
As they rest on the cheek of the brave.
At the war flash of battle, how gleams the red cheek,
As it brightens while freedom is nigh;
And the eye, as it closes, will high glory speak,
While Victory heaves the last sigh.
How nobly he smiles from the field of his fame,
With the death-mark engraved on his breast,
With a feeble huzza, he joins the acclaim,
And expires on the bed of his rest.
Cadogan! with glory thou'lt ever be named,
And the heroes of Greece and of Rome,
Will bend from their bright clouds, (those warriors famed,)
And exultingly rest on thy tomb.