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And they heard th e fallin g of the leaves,
And the soft sound of the rain.
8. Th e blacksmith knelt beside an oak,
A nd laid his ear to the ground,
And under the noises of th e wood
H e heard a distant sound.
9. He heard a sound of many feet
Warily treading th e heather­
H e heard a sound of many men
Marching softly together.
10."There's no time now to warn th e prince.
The castle guards ar e few ;
'Tis wit will win the play to-night,
And what we here can do."
11. He 's gi'en the word to his six brethren,
And thro ugh the wood they' re gone ;
'The seven men of 1\1 'Intosh
Each stood by himself alone.
12." And he who has the pipes at his back,
His best now let him play ;
And he who has no pipes at his back,
His best word let him say."
13. It was five hundred Englishmen
Were treadin g th e purple heath er,
Fiv e hundred of Lord Loudon 's men
:Marching softly togeth er.
14." There's none to-night in nloy Castle
But servants poor and old;