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And they who heard the war-notes wild,

Hop'd that, one day, the Pibroch's strain

Should play before the Hero's child,

While he should lead the Tartan train.

13.

Another year is quickly past,

And Angus hails another son;

His natal day is like the last,

Nor soon the jocund feast was done.

14.

Taught by their sire to bend the bow,

On Alva's dusky hills of wind,

The boys in childhood chas'd the roe,

And left their hounds in speed behind.

15.

But ere their years of youth are o'er,

They mingle in the ranks of war;

They lightly wheel the bright claymore,

And send the whistling arrow far.

16.

Dark was the flow of Oscar's hair,

Wildly it stream'd along the gale;

But Allan's locks were bright and fair,

And pensive seem'd his cheek, and pale.