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If'HY' H'EEPS I'OJV HIGHLAJTD MAID^
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of humble seeming, Why the tears on her che'ek are gldaming?
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un_ pit — led there
that the joung and fair Should weep
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Stranger, that Highland plaid
Low in the dust is laid:
He who the relic wore
He is, alas! no more.
He and his loyal clan were trodden
Down, by slaves on dark CuUoden;
Well o''er a lover^s pall —
Well may the tear-drops fall!
Where now the clansmen true?
Where is the bonnet blue?
Where the claymore that broke
Fearless thro' fire and smoke?
Not one gleam by glen or river,
It lies dropt from the hand for ever.
Stranger our fall deplore;
Scotia's name is no morel
James Hogg.