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Too well the lovelorn maiden knew
The solemn boding found,
And thus in dying words bespoke
The virgins weeping round:
" I hear a voice you cannot hear
“ Which says I must not stay;
“I fee a hand you cannot see
6 Which beckons me away:
By a false heart and broken vows
“In early youth I die.
" Was I to blame because his bride
“ Was thrice as rich as I?
" Ah, Colin! give not her thy vows,
6. Vows due to me alone;
“ Nor thou, fond Maid! receive his kiss,
"Nor think him all thy own.
"To-morrow in the church to wed
Impatient both prepare ;
“But know, fond Maid! and know, false Man!
“That Lucy will be there.
“ Then bear my corse, my Comrades! bear,
“ This bridegroom blithe to meet,
“ He in his wedding-trim so gay,
"I in my windingsheet.”
She spoke; she dy'd. Her corse was borne
The bridegroom blithe to meet,
He in his wedding-trim so gay,
She in her windingsheet.
Then what were perjur'd Colin's thoughts?
How were these nuptials kept?
The bridesmen flock'd round Lucy dead,
And all the village wept.
Confusion, shame, remorse, despair,
At once his bosom swell;
The damps of death bedcw'd his brow,
He shook, he groan’d, he fell.
From the vain bride, ah! bride no more!
The varying crimson fied,
When stretch'd before her rival's corse
She saw her husband dead.
Then to his Lucy's newmade grave
Convey'd by trembling swaios,
One mould with her, bencath one fod,
For ever he remains.
Oft' at this grave the constant hind
And plighted maid are seen;
With garlands grey and trueloveknots
They deck the sacred green.
But, Swain forswofn! whoe'er thou art,
This hallow'd spot forbear;
Remember Colin's dreadful fate,
And fear to meet him there.
As Marr his round one morning took,
(Whom some call Earl and some call Duke)
And his new brethren of the blade
Shiv'ring with fear and frost survey'd,
On Perth's bleak hills he chanc'd to fpy
An aged wizard six feet high,
With bristled hair and visage blighted,
Walley'd, barehaunch'd, and secondsighted.
The grifiy sage in thought profound
Beheld the chief with back fo round,
Then roll'd his eyeballs to and fro
O'er his paternal hills of snow,
And into these tremendous speeches
Broke forth the prophet without breeches:
“ Into what ills betray'd by thee
“ This ancient kingdom do I see!
“ Her realms unpeopled and forlorn;
" Wae's me that ever thou wert born!
“Proud English loons (our Clars o'ercome)
“On Scottish pads fhall amble home;
"I see them drcit in bonnets blue,
(The fpoils of thy rebellious crew) “ I see the target cast away, : “ And checker'd plaid become their prey; “ The checker'd plaid, to make a gown
25 “ For many a lass in London town.
“ In vain thy hungry mountaineers " Come forth in all thy warlike geers, “ The shield, the pistol, durk, and dagger, “ In which they daily wont to swagger, “ And oft' have fally'd out to pillage " The henroosts of some peaceful village, “ Or while their neighbours were asleep “ Have carry'd off a lowland sheep.
“What boots thy highborn host of beggars, 35 “ Macleans, Mackenzies, and Macgregors, " With Popish cutthroats, perjur'd ruffians, ** And Forster's troop of ragamuffins ?
"In vain thy lads around thee bandy,
“Inflam'd with bagpipe and with brandy.
“ Doth not bold Sutherland the trusty,
** With heart so true and voice so rusty,
(A loyal soul!) thy troops affright,
“ While hoarsely he demands the fight?
“ Dost thou not gen'rous Ilay dread,
" The braveft hand, the wifest head?
“ Undaunted dost thou hear th' alarms.
Of hoary Athol sheath'd in arms?
Douglas, who draws his lineage down
“ From thanes and peers of high renown,
young, and uncontrollid,
“ With knights and squires, and barons bold,
(His noble household band) advances,
“ And on the milkwhite courser prances.
“Thee Forfar to the combat dares,
“ Grown swarthy in Iberian wars;
“ And Monro kindled into rage
« Sourly defies thee to engage;
“ He 'll rout thy foot tho'ne'er so many,
“ And horse to boot—if thou hadît any.
“ But fee Argyle with watchful eyes
“Lodg'd in his deep entrenchments lies;
“ Couch'd like a lion in thy way
" He waits to spring upon his prey,
" While like a herd of tim'rons deer
" Thy army shakes and parts with fear,