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7 There hath Perseeution'sPersecution’s [sic] hand

Tortured infaneyinfancy [sic] and age;

When the Covenanted band

Braved a Popish bigot’s rage.

Then the warder proudly trod,

As he trolled a seoffingscoffing [sic] lay;

Or blasphemed the name of God,

As the eaptivecaptive [sic] bent to pray.

There the Hill-man oft hath sighed

To be free as oeean'socean’s [sic] swell,

While he sadly marked its tide

As it gaily rose and fell.

All have passed like morning dew—

Sadness sighs in hall and eave,

To the wailing of the mew,

And the murmur of the wave.

Thus thy billows, deathless deep,

As from elimeclime [sic] to clime they range,

Still behold, along thy steep,

Human grandeur doomed to ehangechange [sic].

But may Freedom’s anthem swell

From the castle to the cot;

Till Oppression’s ruthless cell

Share Dunnottar’s gloomy lot!

OUR COVENANTERS.

Scots, whose Fathers firmly stood,

When the Despot’s savage brood

Madly cast to fire and flood

Truth and Liberty;