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238 JACOBITE
The Highland clans nae mair are seen,
To fight for him wha ne'er was eerie.
They fallen are on yon red field,
An' trampled down for liking Charlie.
He was our Prince — nane dare say no,
The truth o' this we a' ken fairly ;
Then wha woidd no joined hand in hand,
To've kept frae skaith our ain Prince Charlie ?
Glenullen's bride stood at the yett,
Her lover's steed arrived right early ;
His rider's gane, his bridle's wet,
Wi' blude o' him wha fell for Charlie !
O weep, fair maids o' Scotia's isle,
Weep loud, fair lady o' sweet Airlie ;
Culloden reeks wi' purple gore,
O' those wha bled for Scotia's Charlie.
Repent, repent, black Murray's race,
Ye were the cause o' this foul ferlie,
And shaw to George wha fills his shoon,
That ye'U no sell him like puir Charlie. *
on his way to London, where he suffered upon Tower-hill,— the
remembrance has made a strong impression on my mind, and I have
never since heard the air of ' Lochaber,' without recalling the tone
of voice, with all the circumstances of the then unhappy situation ,
and subsequent fate of Dr Cameron."
•This Song, by the redoubtable Willison Glass, breathes the spirit
of poetry, and is not unworthy of the subject. In the last stanza he
adopts the notion which was for some time prevalent among the
Highlanders, after their defeat at Culloden, that Lord George Murray
had betrayed their cause in that battle, and, consequently, ruined the
Prince's affairs. A party among the clans, no doubt, had violent
suspicions of that Nobleman's political integrity, and even published
articles of impeachment against him ; but these were most satisfac-
torily answered in a counter publication, published in Lord George's
vindication. There is but one opinion at the present day on the sub-
set, which is, that Lord George was altogether blameless. The