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  By heedless chance I turn’d mine eyes,
 * And, by the moon-beam, shook, to see;

A stern and stalwart ghaist arise,
 * Attir’d as minstrels wont to be.

Had I a statue been o’ stane,
 * His darin look had daunten me

And on his bonnet grav’d was plain,
 * The sacred posie—Liberty.

And frae his harp sic strains did flow,
 * Might rous’d the slumbering dead to hear;

But oh, it was a tale of woe,
 * As ever met a Briton’s ear.

He sang wi’ joy his former day,
 * He weeping wail’d his latter times.

But what he said it was nae play,
 * I winna ventur’t in my rhymes.

There was three kings into the east,
 * Three kings both great and high;