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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 at his feet