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110 But the martyr's grave will rise, lassie,

Aboon the warrior's cairn;

An' the martyr soun' will sleep, lassie,

Aneath the waving fern!

[ by, for many years a musicseller and teacher of music in Edinburgh, and the composer of several melodies. He died at Edinburgh in September, 1814, aged 53.]

March look'd on his dying child,

And smit with grief to view her—

The youth, he cried, whom I exiled

Shall be restored to woo her.

She's at the window many an hour,

His coming to discover;

And her love look'd up to Ellen's bower,

And she look'd on her lover.

But ah! so pale, he knew her not,

Though her smile on him was dwelling.

And am I then forgot—forgot?—

It broke the heart of Ellen.