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Will work him soon to be an oath-bound wretch To this their fell design.—Are all things ready?

All is in readiness.

When ebbs the tide?

At early dawn, when in the narrow creek Near to the castle, with our trusty mates, Our boat must be in waiting to receive her.

The time so soon! alas, so young and fair! That slow and dismal death! To be at once Plunged in the closing deep many have suffered, But to sit waiting on a lonely rock For the approaching tide to throttle her— But that she is a Campbell, I could weep.

Weep, fool! think soon how we'll to war again With our old enemy, and in the field Our good claymores reek with their hated blood: Think upon this, and change thy tears to joy. (Exeunt.)