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  The brand is faun frae out his hand,
  His bonnet blue, lies stain’d and bloody

Fair Flora‘s gane her love to seek;
 Lang may she wait for his returnin;
The midnight dew fa’s on her cheek;
 What haun shall dry her tears o’ mournin
  Duncan now nae mair is ready, &c.

OLD TOWLER.

Bright Chanticlear proclaims the dawn,
 And spangles deck the thorn,
The lowling herds now quit the lawn,
 The lark springs from the corn;
Dogs, huntsmen, round the window throng,
 Fleet Towler leads the cry;
Arise the burden of my song,
 This day a stag must die.

  With a hey, ho, chevy,
  Hark forward, hark forward, tantivy,
  Hark, hark, tantivy,
  This day a stag must die.