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MACGREGOR AURARA.
From the chase of the mountain as I was returning;
By the side of a fountain Malrina sat mourning;
To the winds that loud whistled she told her sad story,
And the vallies re-echoed MacGregor Aurara.
By the side of a fountain Malrina sat mourning;
To the winds that loud whistled she told her sad story,
And the vallies re-echoed MacGregor Aurara.
Like a flash of red lightnidg o'er the heath came McAra,
More fleet than the roe-buck on the lofty Benbarra;
Oh! where is MacGregor; say where does he hover;
You son of bold ———, why tarries my lover?
More fleet than the roe-buck on the lofty Benbarra;
Oh! where is MacGregor; say where does he hover;
You son of bold ———, why tarries my lover?
Then the voice of soft sorrow from his bosom thus sounded;
Low lies your MacGregor pale mangled and wouuded;
Overcome with sweet slumber to a rock I convey'd him,
Where the sons of black malice to his foes had betray'd him.
Low lies your MacGregor pale mangled and wouuded;
Overcome with sweet slumber to a rock I convey'd him,
Where the sons of black malice to his foes had betray'd him.
As the blast of the mountain soon nips the fresh blossom,
So died the fair bud of fond hope in her bosom;
MacGregor! MacGregor! loud echo resounded,
So died the fair bud of fond hope in her bosom;
MacGregor! MacGregor! loud echo resounded,
