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230 JACOBITE
For once thou drank'st the hero's blood.
And war's unhallow'd footsteps bore.
The deeds unholy nature view'd,
Then fled, and curs'd thee evermore.
From Beauly's wild and woodland glens,
How proudly Lovat's banners soar !
How fierce the plaided Highland clans
Rush onward with the broad claymore !
Those hearts that high with honour heaved.
The volleying thunder there laid low !
Or scatter'd like the forest leaves,
When wintry winds begin to blow !
Where now thy honours, brave Lochiel !
The braided plume's torn from thy brow,
What must thy haughty spirit feel,
When skulking like the mountain roe !
While wild-birds chant from Lochy's bowers.
On April eve, their loves and joys ;
The Lord of Lochy's loftiest towers,
To foreign lands an exile flies.
To his blue hills that rose in view,
As o'er the deep his galley bore,
We often look'd, and cried, " Adieu !
I'll never see Lochaber more !
Though now thy wounds I cannot heal,
My dear, my injured native land !
In other climes thy foe shall feel
The weight of Cameron's deadly brand.
" Land of proud hearts and mountains gray I
Where Fingal fought and Ossian sung !
Mourn dark Culloden's fateful day,
That from thy chiefs the laurel wrung.