JACOBITE RELICS.
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CLARAGH'S LAMENT.1
BY JOHN D'ALTON.
The tears are ever in my wasted eye,
My heart is crushed and my thoughts are sad;
For the son of chivalry was forced to fly.
And no tidings come from the soldier lad.
Chorus—My heart—it danced when he was near.
My hero! my Cæsar!—my Chevalier!
But while he wanders o'er the sea,
Joy can never be joy to me.
Silent and sad pines the lone cuckoo.
Our chieftains hang o'er the grave of joy;
Their tears fall heavy as the summer's dew.
For the Lord of their hearts—the banished boy.
Chorus—My heart—it danced, &c.
