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When Nature with wild Bowers bespangled the mountains,
 * And meadows displayed a' their charms to the bee

When pure gush'd the rills by their grass-bordered fountains
 * And saft sough'd the wind thro' the bloom-laden tree;

Beneath yon auld aik on the green banks o' Clouden
 * Where aft ia the gloamin' I wander’d to rave.

Auld Malcolm was seen o'er his scars fondly broodin'
 * Lamenting a warrior laid cauld in the grave.

He stood by the stream, on a strong claymore leaning,
 * Like ane woase sad bosom o' sorrow is fou'

He strade o'er the gowans fu' mour'fully moaning,
 * And straight frae his scabbard his broad sword he drew,

'Fareweel dear reaown cried the auld lyart vet'ran
 * For Malcolm nae mair shall be seen on the field.