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5 As they sung, Oh! dulce, dulce domum!

But soon, alas! this scene of bliss Was chang’d to prospect dreary; For war and honor roas'd each Swiss, And Edward left his Mary. To bold St. Gothard’s height he rush’d, ’Gainst Gallia’s foes contending; And, by unequal numbers crush’d, He died his land defending. The evening come, He sought not home, Whilst she, distracted woman, Grown wild with dread, Now seeks him dead, And hears the knell That bids farewell To dulce, dulce domum.

KATE O’ GOWRIE.

WHEN Katie was scarce out nineteen, O but she had twa coal-black een; H bonnier lass ye wadna seen, In a’ the Carse o’ Gowrie. Quite tir’d o’ livin’ a' s lane, Pate to her did his love explain, An’ swore he’d be, were she his ain, The happiest lad in Gowrie.