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 Adieu Glengyle the day's thine own,

but thou hast won it basely,

When tidings came to Lady Ann,

time after time she fainted.

She ran and kiss‘d their clay cold lips,

and thus their fate lamented.

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 untimly 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 epouse me,

And for the space of seven long years

the dowy black shall clothe me.