. Library of the world's best literature, ancient and modern. upon me, Old forms go trooping hear the pibroch wailingAmidst the din of fight,And my dim spirit wakes againUpon the verge of night. Twas I that led the Highland host Through wild Lochabers snows,What time the plaided clans came down To battle with told thee how the Southrons fell Beneath the broad claymore,And how we smote the Campbell clan By Inverlochys shore;Ive told thee how we swept Dundee, And tamed the Lindsays pride:But never have I told thee yet How the great Marquis died. A traitor sold him to his foes
. Library of the world's best literature, ancient and modern. upon me, Old forms go trooping hear the pibroch wailingAmidst the din of fight,And my dim spirit wakes againUpon the verge of night. Twas I that led the Highland host Through wild Lochabers snows,What time the plaided clans came down To battle with told thee how the Southrons fell Beneath the broad claymore,And how we smote the Campbell clan By Inverlochys shore;Ive told thee how we swept Dundee, And tamed the Lindsays pride:But never have I told thee yet How the great Marquis died. A traitor sold him to his foes; — A deed of deathless shame!I charge thee, boy, if eer thou meet With one of Assynts name, —Be it upon the mountains side Or yet within the glen,Stand he in martial gear alone, Or backed by armed men, —Face him, as thou wouldst face the man Who wronged thy sires renown;Remember of what blood thou art, And strike the caitiff down! They brought him to the Watergate,Hard bound with hempen span, As though they held a lion there,And not a fenceless x •AO —< O EM Z o ^ ~ b 3n W S H * H S <J ° CO S o fa o PS ft;-a WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN They set him high upon a cart,— The hangman rode below,—They drew his hands behind his back And bared his noble , as a hound is slipped from leash, They cheered, the common throng,And blew the note with yell and shout, And bade him pass along. It would have made a brave mans heart Grow sad and sick that day,To watch the keen malignant eyes Bent down on that stood the Whig West-country lords In balcony and bow;There sat their gaunt and withered dames, And their daughters all every open window Was full as full might beWith black-robed Covenanting carles, That goodly sport to see! But when he came, though pale and wan, He looked so great and high,So noble was his manly front, So calm his steadfast eye, —The rabble rout forboreto shout, And each man held his breath,For well they knew the hero
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