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 Illuſtrious brave but hapleſs men, this horrid ſight does move me! My deareſt friends roll’d in their blood, the men that beſt did love me!

O thou the guardian of my youth, my dear and only brother! For this thy moſt untimely fate, I’ll mourn till life is over. And brave Sir Neil, how, art thou fall’n and wither’d in thy bloſſom! No more I’ll love the treacherous man, that pierc’d my hero’s boſom.

A kind and tender heart was thine, thy friendſhip was abuſed; A braver man ne’er fac’d a foe, had thou been fairly uſed. For thee a maid I’ll live and die, Glengyle ſhall ne’er eſpouſe me; And for the ſpace of ſeven long years the dowy black ſhall clothe me.