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When tidings grune to lady Ann, Time after time she fainted ; She fan and kiss'd their elay-cold lips. And thus their fate lamented, Illusterous, brave, but hapless men, This horrid sight does move me, My dearest friends rolled in their blood— The men that best did love me.

O tbon 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 fallen. And withered in thy blossom, No more,I'll love the treacherous mao. That pierced my hero’s bosom.

Akind and tender heart was thino, Thy friendship was abused ; A braver man ne’er faced a foe, Hadst thou been fairK used.