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VIII.

Brave hearts! to Britain's pride

Once so faithful and so true,

On the deck of fame that died,

With the gallant good Riou: I

Soft sigh the winds of heav'n o'er their grave!
While the billow mournful rolls,

And the mermaid's song condoles,
Singing glory to the souls

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1 Captain Riou, justly entitled the gallant and the good, by Lord Nelson, when he wrote home his dispatches.

LORD ULLIN'S DAUGHTER.

A CHIEFTAIN, to the Highlands bound,
Cries, Boatman, do not tarry!

' And I'll give thee a silver pound,
• To row us o'er the ferry.'—

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Now who be ye, would cross Lochgyle,
This dark and stormy water ?'

'O I'm the chief of Ulva's isle,

And this Lord Ullin's daughter.

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His horsemen hard behind us ride; Should they our steps discover, Then who will cheer my bonny bride When they have slain her lover?'

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Outspoke the hardy Highland wight
I'll go, my chief-I'm ready :-

It is not for your silver bright;

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In danger shall not tarry ;

So though the waves are raging white,

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The water-wraith was shrieking ; 2

And in the scowl of heav'n each face
Grew dark as they were speaking.

But still as wilder blew the wind,
And as the night grew drearer,
Adown the glen rode armed men,
Their trampling sounded nearer.

'Oh haste thee, haste!' the lady cries, 'Though tempests round us gather;

'I'll meet the raging of the skies,

'But not an angry father.'—

The boat has left a stormy land,
A stormy sea before her,-

When oh! too strong for human hand,
The tempest gather'd o'er her.-

2 The evil spirit of the waters.

And still they row'd amidst the roar
Of waters fast prevailing:

Lord Ullin reach'd that fatal shore,

His wrath was chang'd to wailing.

For sore dismay'd, through storm and shade,

His child he did discover :

One lovely hand she stretch'd for aid,

And one was round her lover.

'Come back! come back!' he cried in grief,

'Across this stormy water:

'And I'll forgive your Highland chief,

'My daughter!-oh my daughter!"

'Twas vain: the loud waves lash'd the shore

Return or aid preventing:

The waters wild went o'er his child

And he was left lamenting.

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