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Rh Ah! were you destined to die at Culloden,

Victory crown'd not your fall with applause:

Still were you happy, in death's earthy slumber,

You rest with your clan, in the caves of Braemar;

The Pibroch resounds, to the piper's loud number,

Your deeds, on the echoes of dark Loch na Garr.

5.

Years have roll'd on, Loch na Garr, since I left you,

Years must elapse, ere I tread you again:

Nature of verdure and flowers has bereft you,

Yet still are you dearer than Albion's plain:

England! thy beauties are tame and domestic,

To one who has rov'd on the mountains afar:

Oh! for the crags that are wild and majestic,

The steep, frowning glories of dark Loch na Garr.