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Lochiels Warning by a Campbell Wizard

Locheil Lochiel beware of the day When the lowlands shall meet thee in battle array For a field of the dead rushes red on my sight And the clans of Culloden are scatterd in fight They rally they bleed for their country & crown Woe. Woe to the riders that trample them down Proud Cumberland princes insulting the slain And their hoof beaten bosoms are trod to the plain But hark through the fast flashing lightning of war What steed to the desart flies frantic & far Tis thine O Glenellin whose bride shall await Like a low lighted watch fire all night at the gate A steed comes at Morning no rider is there But its bridle is red with the sign of despair.