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 Rh Nobles once high-hearted, From their homes have parted, Scatter'd, scar'd, and started
 * By a base-born band.

Hark the foe is calling, Fast the woods are falling; Scenes and sights appalling
 * Thicken round the land.

Oh! that death had found me And in darkness bound me, Ere each object round me
 * Grew so sweet, so dear.

Spots that once were cheering. Girls beloved endearing. Friends from whom I'm steering,
 * Take this parting tear.