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76 DUNCAN AND HELEN.
Yet still the master o' the day
Pretends his Country's weal.
An' mony a fa'n but manly fae
Bedims the murdering steel.
The widow's greet, the baby's cry.
He winna lout to hear ;
To sooth his rage in vain they try.
Tears only whet his spear.
But turn we frae the cheerless view^
An' frae the ruefu' plain.
An' see whare peerless Helen now
Bewails her Duncan slain.
A rebel wight, wi' visage dour^
Wha scoured the hills alang.
In passing Helen's peacefu' bower.
The waefu' tidings brang.

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