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Weep Albin to death and captivity led O. weep but thy tears cannot number the dead For a merciless sword o'er Culloden shall wave Culloden that reeks with the blood of the brave

Locheil

Go preach to the coward thou death telling seer Or if gory Culloden so dreadful appear Draw dotard around thy old wavering sight Tis mantle to cover the phantoms of fright

Wizard

Hah laughts't then Licheil my vision to scorn Proud bird of the mountain thy plume shall be torn Say rush'd the bold eagle exultingly forth From his home in the deep rolling clouds of the north But down let him stoop from the havoc on high Ah home let him spies for the spoiler is nigh