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MINSTRELSY. 241
Put Pritain ever may teplore,
Tat tay upon Culloden more,
Her praifest sons laid in ter gore,
Or huntit cruellye, man.
O Cumberland what meant you ten,
To ravage ilka Highland glen ?
Her crime was truth an' love to ane —
She had nae spite at thee, man :
An' you an' yours may yet pe glad,
To trust te honest Highland lad :
Te ponnet plue, an' pelted plaid,
Will stand te last o' three, man.
WAE'S ME FOR PRINCE CHARLIE.*
A wee bird came to our ha' door,
He warbled sweet and clearly,
And aye the o'ercome o' his sang
Was " Wae's me for Prince Charlie !"
Oh ! when I heard the bonnie bonnie bird,
The tears came drapping rarely,
I took my bannet aff my head,
For weel I lo'ed Prince Charlie.
* Hogg ascribes this song to Mr. William Glen, of Glasgow, and it
bears internal evidence of the accuracy of his opinion. The sentiments
are characteristic of the poet, and, besides, are completely borne out by
the truth of history. After the battle of Culloden Prince Charles
became, literally, a fugitive and an outcast, and the personal risques
which he ran, with the sufferings he endured, rendered bim truly an
object of commiseration to all but his relentless and vindictive mili-
tary pursuers. For more than five months he was surrounded by
armed troops, that chased him from hill to dale, from rock to cavern,
and from shore to shore. Sometimes he lurked in caves and cot-
tages, without attendants, and without any other support but that
which the poorest peasant could supply. Sometimes he was rowed
in fishing-boats from isle to isle, among the Hebrides, and often in
sight of his pursuers ; and, though he was aware that L, 30,000 was
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