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A lark from the gold-bloſſom'd furze that grew near her,
“Now roſe, and with energy caroll'd his lay:
“Huſh! huſh!‘ ſhe continu‘d, “the trumpet ſounds clearer;
“The horſemen approach! Erin's daughters away!
“Ah! ſoldiers, 'twas foul, while the cabin was burning
“And o'er a pale father a wretch had been mourning
“Go hide with the ſea-mew, ye maids, and take warning,
“Thoſe ruffians have ruin‘d poor Mary le More.
“Away! bring the ointment! O G-ſee those gaſhes!
"Alas! my poor brother, come dry the big tear;
“Anon, we'll have vengeance for thoſe dreadful laſhes;
“Already the ſcreech-owl and ravens appear:
“By day the green grave that lies under the willow,
“With wild flowers I'll ſtrew, and by night make my pillow,
“Till the coze and dark ſea-weed, beneath the curl'd billow,
“Shall furniſh a death-bed for Mary le More.”
Thus rav'd the poor maniac in tones more heart-rending,
Than ſanity's voice ever pour'd on my ear,
When lo! on the waſte, and their march tow'rds her bending,
