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MACPHiSRSON S KANT. |
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Both law and justice buried are,
And fraud and guile succeed; The guilty pass unpunished,
If money intercede. The Laird of Grant, that Highland saint, ««
His mighty majestie, He pleads the cause of Peter Brown,
And lets Macpherson die.
The destiny of my life, contriv'd
By those whom I oblig'd, so
Rewarded me much ill for good,
And left me no refuge. For Braco Duff, in rage enough,
He first laid hands on me: And if that death would not prevent, m
Avenged would I be.
As for my life, it is but short,
When I shall be no more ; To part with life I am content,
As any heretofore. at
Therefore, good people all,1 take heed,
This warning take by me, According to the lives you lead,
Rewarded you shall be |
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