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And sadly sink remote at sea!

So sadly mourns the writhed shell

Of Jura’s shore, its parent sea.

And ever as the year returns,

The charm-bound sailors know the day,

For sadly still the Mermaid mourns

The lovely Chief of Colonsay.

Dr. John Leyden. (Condensed)

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The reavers of Eskdale were mounted for weir,

And Annandale moss-troopers grasped the spear;

And the blades that they bore in the sun glittered bright;

And breast-plate and helmet reflected the light.

They spurred the fleet charger thro’ bog and thro’ brake;

To the yell of their slogan the echoes awake;

The Johnstones and Jardines cry, “Lads, we’ll away,

And we’ll foray the pastures of Fair Galloway!”

The men were determined—their steeds they were strong,

And eager for plunder they pranced along;

The clang of their weapons rung loud on the dale,

And their helmet-plumes waving aloft an the gale.

Beholdst thou the beacon-light gleaming afar,

On misty Glenbennan, the signal of war?