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When tidings eame to Lady Ann,
Time after time she fainted,
She ran and kissed their elay-cold lips,
And thus their fate lamented.
Illustrious, brave, but hapless men,
This horrid sight does move me,
My dearest friends rolled in their blood,
The men that best did love me.
O thou the guardian of my youth,
My dear and only brother,
For this thy most untimely fate,
I'll mourn till life is over.
And brave Sir Neil, how art thou fall'n,
And withered in thy blossom,
No more I'll love the treacherous man
That pierced my hero's bosom.
A kind and tender heart was thine,
Thy friendship was abused;
A braver man ne'er faeed a foe,
Hadst thou been fairly used.
For thee a maid I'll live and die,
Glengyle shall ne'er espouse me;
And for the space of seven long years,
The dowy black shall elothe me.
