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7 Come then, O come away Donnel no longer stay; Where can my.rover stray From his dear Flora. Ah sure he ne'er could be False to his vows and me. O heav’n, is not yot yonder he Bounding in Mora.

Never, O wretched fair, I (Sigh d the sad messenger) I Never shall Donnel main Meet his loved Flora. Cold, cold beyond the main, Donnel thy love lies slain ; He sent me to soothe thy pain Weeping in Mora.

Well fought our gallant men, Headed by brave Burgoine ; Our heroes were thrice led on To British glory. But ah ! tho' our foes did flee, Sad was the loss to thee, While every fresh victory Drown’d ns in sorrow.”

“Here take. this trusty blade, (Donnel expiring said) “ Give it to you dear maid "Weeping in Mora ;