young Lochinvar."

At the daybreak from the fallow, And the bittern sound his drum,

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Booming from the sedgy shallow. Ruder sounds shall none be near, Guards nor warders challenge here, Here's no war-steed's neigh and champing,

Shouting clans or squadrons stamping.

Ours is no sapling, chance-sown by the fountain,

Blooming at Beltane, in winter to fade; When the whirlwind has stripped every leaf on the mountain,

The more shall Clan-Alpine exult in her

shade.

Moored in the rifted rock,

Proof to the tempest's shock,

Firmer he roots him the ruder it blow; Menteith and Breadalbane, then, Echo his praise again,

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Roderigh Vich Alpine dhu, ho! ieroe! 20

"If, maiden, thou wouldst wend with me, To leave both tower and town,

Thou first must guess what life lead we 15
That dwell by dale and down.
And if thou canst that riddle read,
As read full well you may,

Then to the greenwood shalt thou speed,
As blithe as Queen of May."-
Yet sung she: "Brignall banks are fair,
And Greta woods are green;

I'd rather rove with Edmund there,
Than reign our English queen.

"I read you by your bugle-horn,
And by your palfrey good,

I read you for a ranger sworn
To keep the King's greenwood."-
"A ranger, lady, winds his horn,
And 'tis at peep of light:

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For Jock of Hazeldean.

His blast is heard at merry morn, And mine at dead of night."

Yet sung she: "Brignall banks are fair, And Greta woods are gay;

Nor mettled hound, nor managed hawk,

And you, the foremost o' them a', Shall ride our forest queen"

But aye she loot the tears down fa' For Jock of Hazeldean.

The kirk was decked at morning-tide, 25
The tapers glimmered fair;

The priest and bridegroom wait the bride,
And dame and knight are there.
They sought her baith by bower and ha';

The lady was not seen!

She's o'er the Border, and awa'
Wi' Jock of Hazeldean.

BRIGNALL BANKS

Oh, Brignall banks are wild and fair,
And Greta woods are green,
And you may gather garlands there
Would grace a summer queen.

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(1788-1824)

WHEN WE TWO PARTED

When we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted To sever for years,

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ever shine;