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 The Massacre of Glencoe. 3^5

Come they from the shrouded Highlands,

P^very pass, and evei'y nook? Yes! the brave insurgent chieftains

Stream her sides like mountain brook.

See them there in tartan raiment,

In their Highland quilted plaid, — Once the chiefs that warred in Albyu,

Headed every border raid.

Now they bow in proud allegiance

To the throne of William Third ; Yet the breast of each untamed

As the haughty mountain bird.

But the chief of Clan Macdonald,

In the valley of Glencoe, — Will he haste to cross the Cona

Ere December winds shall blow?

He alone of all the chieftains

Had not signed the high decree ; But he hastes to Inverary

Thro' the whirlwinds mad with glee ;

Thro' the passes wild with' beauty,

Thro' the valley of Glencoe ; Hasting on to Inverary

Thro' the storm-blast and the snow ;

Little dreaming, little thinking.

Of the woe that was in store ; But, my Scotland, can I blame thee

Tho' a hundred earls implore?

For the Campbell of Glenlyon,

And the haughty Earl of Stair, All the valley near Loch Leven

Would they turn to mad despair !

All the scence is wild with beauty ;

But. M ic Ian, are you late? For a captain and a viscount

Have foredoomed your bloody fate !

Yes. my Chief ! and thro' the valley,

Near the skirts of Inverness, More than forty Highland corpses

Never more shall need redress !

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