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Here in darkness & billows he swamps from my sight | Here in darkness & billows he swamps from my sight | ||
Rise rise ye wild tempest & cover his flight | |||
Tis finish'd ___ their thunders are hush'd on the moors | Tis finish'd ___ their thunders are hush'd on the moors | ||
Culloden is lost & my country deplores | Culloden is lost & my country deplores | ||
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Say mounts he the ocean wave banish'd forlorn | Say mounts he the ocean wave banish'd forlorn | ||
Like a limb from his country cast bleeding & torn | Like a limb from his country cast bleeding & torn | ||
Ah no for a | Ah no for a darker departure is near | ||
The war drum | The war drum is muffled and black is the bier | ||
His death bell is tolling Oh mercy dispell | His death bell is tolling Oh mercy dispell | ||
Yon sight which it freezes my spirit to tell | Yon sight which it freezes my spirit to tell | ||
Life flutters convulsed in his quivering limbs | Life flutters convulsed in his quivering limbs | ||
And his blood streaming nostril in agony swims | And his blood streaming nostril in agony swims | ||
Accurs'd be the faggots that at his feet | Accurs'd be the faggots [nb: classical definition assumed] that blaze at his feet | ||
Latest revision as of 06:37, 15 July 2017
Here in darkness & billows he swamps from my sight Rise rise ye wild tempest & cover his flight Tis finish'd ___ their thunders are hush'd on the moors Culloden is lost & my country deplores But where is the Iron bound prisoner where For the red eye of battle is shut in despair Say mounts he the ocean wave banish'd forlorn Like a limb from his country cast bleeding & torn Ah no for a darker departure is near The war drum is muffled and black is the bier His death bell is tolling Oh mercy dispell Yon sight which it freezes my spirit to tell Life flutters convulsed in his quivering limbs And his blood streaming nostril in agony swims Accurs'd be the faggots [nb: classical definition assumed] that blaze at his feet