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Lead to the grated Keep your prisoners, There to abide their doom. Upon the guilty Our vengeance falls, and only on the guilty. To all their clan besides, in which I know Full many a gallant heart included is, I still extend a hand of amity. If they reject it, fair and open war Between us be: and trust we still to find them The noble, brave Macleans, the valiant foes, That, ere the dark ambition of a villain, For wicked ends, their gallant minds had warp'd, We heretofore had found them. O that men In blood so near, in country, and in valour, Should spend in petty broils their manly strength, That might, united for the public weal, On foreign foes such noble service do! O that the day were come when gazing southron, Whilst these our mountain warriors, marshalled forth To meet in foreign climes their country's foes, Along their crowded cities slowly march, To sound of warlike pipe, their plaided bands,