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Thou dark-winding Carron once pleasing to see, To me thou canst never give pleasure again; My brave Caledonians lie low on the lee And thy streams are deep-ting’d with the blood of the slain.

Ah! base hearted treach’ry has doom’d our un-doing, My poor bleeding country what more can I do! E’en valour looks pale o’er the red field of ruin, And freedom beholds her best warriors laid low. Farewell, ye dear partners of peril, farewell; Though burried ye lie in one wide bloody grave, Your deeds shall ennoble the place where you fell, And your names be enrol’d with the sons of the brave!

But I, a poor outcast, in exile must wander. Perhaps like a traitor ignobly must die? On thy wrongs, O! any country, indignant I ponder; Ah! woe to the hour when thy Wallace must fly!