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GALIUM O'GLEN.
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Was ev - er old war-rior of
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suf - f ring so weary ? Was
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ev-er the wild beast so bayed in his den? The Southron bloodhounds lie in
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ken-nel so near me, That death would be wel-eome to Cal-lum O'Glen.
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My sons are all slain, and my daugh - ters have left me, No
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child to pro-tect me, where once I had ten; My chief they have slain, and of
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stay hath be - reft me, And wo to the gray hairs of Cal-lum O'Glen.
The homes of my kinsmen are blazing to Heaven,
The bright sun of morning has blushed at the view ;
The moon has stood still on the verge of the even,
To wipe from her pale cheek the tint of the dew.
For the dew it lies red on the vales of Lochaber,
It sprinkles the cot and it flows in the pen ;
The pride of my country is fallen for ever,
O death hast thou no shaft for Callurn O'Glen.
The sun in his glory has looked on our sorrow,
The stars have wept blood over hamlet and lea ;
is there no day-spring for Scotland ? no morrow
Of bright renovation for souls of the free !
Yes ! One above all has beheld our devotion,
Our valour and faith are not hid from his ken ;
The day is abiding, of stern retribution
On all the proud foemen of Callum O'Glen.