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336 JACOBITE
His old tartan plaid, and his bonnet so blue,
Declared from what country his lineage he drew;
His visage so wan, and his accents so low,
Announced the companion of sorrow and woe.
" Ah, welcome thou sun, to thy canopy grand,
And to me, for thou com'st from my dear native
land !
Again dost thou leave that sweet isle of the sea,
To beam on these winter-bound vallies and me !
" How sweet in my own native valley to roam,
Each face was a friend's, and each house was a
home ;
To drag our live thousands from river or bay,
Or chase the dun deer o'er the mountain so gray.
" Now forced from my home and my blythe
halls away,
The son of the stranger has made them a prey ;
My family and friends to extremity driven,
Contending for life both with earth and with
heaven.
" My country," they said, — "but they told me a
Her vallies were barren, inclement her sky; [lie,
Even now in the glens, 'mong her mountains so
blue,
The primrose and daisy are blooming in dew.
" How could she expel from those mountains
of heath, [death !
The clans who maintained them in danger and
stone did not think himself safe in Canada, and had serious appre-
hensions of being seized and sent home for trial.