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Two turtle doves, above my head,.sat courting on a
. bough,
I envied not their happiness, to see them biU and coo,
Such fondness once lor me she show'd;—but now,
alas ! 'tis o'er.
Ah ! Gramachree, &c,
ITien, fare thee well! my Molly dear ; thy loss 1 e'ei
shall mourn,
WhUst life remains in Strephon's heart, 'twiU beat for
thee alone;
Though chop art falSe, may heaven on thee i*J
choicest blessings pour.
Ah ! Gramachree, &c.
fi^lcnara.
Oh! heard ye yon pibroch sound sad in tlie gale.
Where a band cometh slowly with weeping and waU?
'Tis the chief of Glenara laments for his dear.
And her sire and the people are call'd to her bier.
Glenara came first, with the mourners and shroud.
Her kinsmen they follow'd, but mourn'd not aloud,
Their plaids all their bosoms were folded around, *
They marched in silence, they look'd on the ground.
In silence they reach'd over mountain and moor.
To a hexith where the oak tree look'd lonely and hoar;
Now here let us place the gray stone of her cairn;
Why fpeak ye no words 1 said Glenara, the stem.
And tell me, I charge you, ye clan of my spouse^
Why fold yo your mantles, why cloud yc your browp''
So spal^e the rude chieftain, no answer is made.
But each mantle unfolding, a dagger display'd