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Of front of brafs, and brain of afs,
With heart of hare compounded ;
How are thy boafts repaid with cofts,
And all thy pride confounded !
Thou need'ft not rave left Scotland crave
Thy kindred or thy favour,
Thy wretched race can give no grace,
No glory thy behaviour.
SONG XXIV.
Tunc, The clans are coming, oho ! oho ! '• .
r ET mournful Britons now deplore
The horrors of Drummoflie-day ;
Our hopes of freedom all are o'er,
The clans are all away, away.
The clemency (b late enjoy'd,
Converted to tyrannic fway,
Our laws and friends at once deftroy'd,
And forc'd the clans away, away.
His fate thus doom'd, the Scotifh race
To tyrants lafting pow'r a prey,
Shall all thofe troubles never ceafe ?
Why went the clans away, away ?
Brave fons of Mars, no longer mourn,
Your prince abroad will make no ftay ;
* Set before, p. 85.

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