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 Then to our faithful mariners The social can shall flow, Who swept through the deep, While the stomy winds did blow.

While the stormy winds did blow, While the stormy winds did blow, While the battle raged long and loud, And the stonns of war did blow.

lowers the night o’er the wide stormy main, Till mild rosy morning rise cheerful again Alas ! morn returns to revisit the shore; But Connel returns to his Flora no more.

For see o’er yon mountain the dark cloud of death, And Connel’s lone cottage lies low on the heath, Whilq bloody and pale, on a far distant shore, He lies to return to his Flora no more.

Ye light——fleeting spirits that glide o’er yon steep! Oh ! would ye but waft me across the wild deep! There fearless I’d mix in the battle’s loud roar; I’d die with my Connel, and leave him no more!

and wearily, the way-worn traveller Plods uncheerily, afraid to stop; Wandering drearily, a sad unraveller Of the mazes t’ ward the mountain’s top.