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 12 Love and Glory, YOUNG Henry was as brave a youth As ever grac'd a martial story: And Jane was fair as lovely truth, She sigh'd for love, and he for glory. With her his faith he meant to plight, And told her many a gallant story; Till war, their honest joys to blight, Call'd him away from love to glory, Brave Henry met the foe with pride, Jane follow'd-fought-ah, hapless story! In man's attire, by Henry's side, She died for love, and he for glory.

The Parting Tear. My Mary dear, that parting tear, Which softly dims thy tell-tale e'e, Betrays a heart that feels the smart, Of love's enchanting misery. But dinna fear, that parting tear, A gem of purest ray shall prove, That gem I'll wear, I'll keep it here, To mind me o' thy faithfu' love.