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Near Jura'* rocks the mermaid's Btrain 

 Shall chang-e from sweet, to solemn lay ; 

 For he is gone, the stranger swain, 

 Who suBg the Maid of Colonsay. 



The hardy Tar, Britannia's pride, 

 Shall hang his manly head in woe : 

 The Bard who told how Nelson died, 

 With harp unstrung, in earth lies low. 



I see a weeping band arise, 

 I hear lad music on the gale ; 



Thy dirge is sung from Scotia's skies, 

 Her mountain Sons their loss bewail. 



The Minstrel of thy native North ■ 

 Pours all his soul into the song; 

 It bursts from near the winding Forth, 

 And Highland rocks the notes prolong. 



Yes, he who struck a matchless lyre. 

 O'er Flodden's field, and Katrine's ware ; 

 With trembling hand new leads the choi> 

 That mourn his Leydea'« early grave. 



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