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 Before my breath, like blazing flax,

Man and his marvels pass away ! And changing empires wane and wax,

Are founded, flourish, and decay.

Redeem mine hours the space is brief While in my glass the sand-grains shiver,

And measureless thy joy or grief,

When TIME and thou shalt part for ever ! '

��LX THE RED HARLAW

THE herring loves the merry moonlight,

The mackerel loves the wind, But the oyster loves the dredging sang,

For they come of a gentle kind.

Now haud your tongue, baith wife and carle,

And listen, great and sma', And I will sing of Glenallan's Earl

That fought on the red Harlaw.

The cronach's cried on Bennachie,

And doim the Don and a', And hieland and lawland may mournfu 1 be

For the sair field of Harlaw.

They saddled a hundred milk-white steeds, They hae bridled a hundred black,

With a chafron of steel on each horse's head And a good knight upon his back.

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