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"Alas!" the hapless Sire replied,

The big tear starting as he spoke,

"When Oscar left my hall, or died,

This aged heart was almost broke.

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"Thrice has the earth revolv'd her course

Since Oscar's form has bless'd my sight;

And Allan is my last resource,

Since martial Oscar's death, or flight."

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"'Tis well," replied the stranger stern,

And fiercely flash'd his rolling eye;

"Thy Oscar's fate, I fain would learn

Perhaps the Hero did not die.

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"Perchance, if those, whom most he lov'd,

Would call, thy Oscar might return;

Perchance, the chief has only rov'd;

For him thy Beltane, yet, may burn.

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"Fill high the bowl the table round,

We will not claim the pledge by stealth;

With wine let every cup be crown'd;

Pledge me departed Oscar's health."