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Such have I heard, in Scottish land,
Rise from the busy harvest band,
When falls before the mountaineer,
135On Lowland plains, the ripen'd ear.
Now one shrill voice the notes prolong,
Now a wild chorus swells the song:
Oft have I listen'd, and stood still,
As it came soften'd up the hill,
140And deem'd it the lament of men
Who languish'd for their native glen;
And thought how sad would be such sound,
On Susquehanna's swampy ground,
Kentucky's wood-encumber'd brake,
145Or wild Ontario's boundless lake,
Where heart-sick exiles, in the strain,
Recall'd fair Scotland's hills again!

X.
Song
 Where shall the lover rest,
  Whom the fates sever
150 From his true maiden's breast,
  Parted for ever?
 Where, through groves deep and high,
  Sounds the far billow,
 Where early violets die,
155  Under the willow.

CHORUS.
 Eleu loro, &c. Soft shall be his pillow.

 There, through the summer day,
  Cool streams are laving;
 There, while the tempests sway,
160  Scarce are boughs waving;
 There, thy rest shalt thou take,
  Parted for ever,
 Never again to wake,
  Never, O never!