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The moorcock that crows on the brows o' Ben-Connal,
He kens o' his bed in a sweet mossy hame ; The eagle that soars o'er the cliffs o' Clan-Ronald,
Unawed and unhunted his eyrie can claim ; The solan can sleep on the shelve of the shores,
The cormorant roost on his rock of the sea, But, ah, there is one whose hard fate I deplore,
Nor house, ha', nor hame in his country has he ; The conflict is past, and our name is no more,
There's nought left but sorrow for Scotland an' me!
The target is torn from the arm of the just,
The helmet is cleft on the brow of the brave, The claymore for ever in darkness must rust,
But red is the sword of the stranger and slave ; The hoof of the horse and the foot of the proud
Have trode o'er the plumes on the bonnet of blue. Why slept the red bolt in the breast of the cloud
When tyranny revell'd in blood of the true ? Fareweel, my young hero, the gallant and good !
The crown of thy fathers is torn from thy brow.
H. 4868.
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