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 Which pierc'd the brains of bold M‘Van,

who with a groan departed.

Curse on my skill!—What have I done!

Rash man but you would have it;

You have forc'd a friend to take thy life,

who would have bled to sav'd it.

Why should I mourn for this sad deed,

since now it can't be mended?

My happiness, that seem'd so nigh,

by one rash stroke I've ended.

An exile unto some strange land,

to fly I know not whether!

I must not see my lovely Ann,

since I have slain her brother.

But casting round his mournful eyes,

to see if none was nigh them;

There he espy'd the young Glengyle,

who like the wind came flying.

I'm come too late to stop the strife,

but since thou art victorious,

I‘ll be revenged or lose my life,

my honour bids me do this.

I know your bravery young Glengyle,

tho‘ of life I am regardless,

Why am I forced my friends to kill,

See brave M‘Van lies breathless,