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But woe to his country & woe to his cause When Albin her claymore indignantly draws And her bonneted chieftains to victory crowd Clanranold the dauntless & Murray the proud All Plaided & plumed in their tartan array

Wizard

Locheil Locheil beware of that day For dark and despairing my sight I may seal But man cannot cover what God will [crossed out: would] reveal Tis the sunset of life gives me mystical lore And coming events cast their shadows before I tell thee Culloden's dread who's shall ring With the bloodhounds that bark for thy fugitive King Lo anointed by heaven with the vials of wrath Behold where He flies on his desolate path