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 4 WALLACE'S LAMENT. TUNE. -- Maids of Arochar, Thou dark-winding Carron once pleas- ing to see, (ure again; To me thou canst never give pleas- My brave Caledonians lie low on the Ice And thy streams are deep-ting'd with the blood of the slain. Ah! base-hearted treach'ry has doom'd our un-doing, (can I do! My poor bleeding country what more E'en valour looks pale o'er the red field of ruin, (ors laid low. And freedom bcholds her best warri- Farewell, ye dear partners of peril, fare- well; (bloody grave. Though burried ye lie in one wide Your deeds shall ennoble the place where you fell, And your names be enrol'd with the song of the brave! But I, a poor outcast, in exile must wander. (die? Perhaps like a traitor ignobly must On thy wrongs, O! my country, in- dignant I ponder; Ah! woe to the hour when thy Wallace must fly!