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(242) Page 234 - Lament of Wallace, after the Battle of Falkirk
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THE LAMENT OF WALLACE,
AFTER THE BATTLE OF FALKIRK*
Air— Maids of Arrochar.
1 hou dark winding Garron, once pleasing to see.
To me thou can'st never give pleasure again,
My brave Caledonians lie low on the lea,
And thy streams are deep-ting'dwith the bloodof the slain.
Ah ! base-hearted Treach'ry has doom'd our undoing.
My poor bleeding country, what more can I do ?
Ev'n Valour looks pale o'er the red field of Ruin,
And Freedom beholds her best warriors laid low.
Farewell, ye dear partners of peril ! farewell \
Tho 5 buried ye lie in one wide bloody grave,
Your deeds shall ennoble the place where ye fell,
And your names be enroll'd with the sons of the brave.

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