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Rh 7.

But, who was last of Alva's clan?

Why grows the moss on Alva's stone?

Her towers resound no steps of man,

They echo to the gale alone.

8.

And, when that gale is fierce and high,

A sound is heard in yonder hall;

It rises hoarsely through the sky,

And vibrates o'er the mould'ring wall.

9.

Yes, when the eddying tempest sighs,

It shakes the shield of Oscar brave;

But, there, no more his banners rise,

No more his plumes of sable wave.

10.

Fair shone the sun on Oscar's birth,

When Angus hail'd his eldest born;

The vassals round their chieftain's hearth

Crowd to applaud the happy morn.

11.

They feast upon the mountain deer,

The Pibroch rais'd its piercing note,

To gladden more their Highland cheer,

The strains in martial numbers float.