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And aye as it lessen'd she sigh'd and she sung Fareweel to the lad I shall ne'er see again. Fareweel to my hero, the gallant and young, Fareweel to the lad I shall ne'er see again.

The moorcock that craws on the brows o'                         Benconnal, He kens o' his bed in a sweet mossy hame, The eagle that soars o'er the cliffs o Clan- ronald, Unaw'd and unhunted his eiry can claim. The solan can sleep on his shelve of the shore, The cormorant roost on his rock of the sea, But O! there is ane whose hard fate I de- plore, Nor house, ha' nor hame in his country has he. The conflict is past, and his name is no                         more, There is nought left but sorrow for Scotland and me.

The target is torn from the arms of the just, The helmet is cleft on the brow of the brave,