The Highland Piper's Advice to Drinkers (Airdrie, copy 1)/Wallace's Lament
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WALLACE'S LAMENT.
Tune.—Maids of Arochar,
Thou dark-winding Carron once pleasing to see,To me thou canst never give pleasure again;My brave Caledonians lie low on the leeAnd thy streams are deep-ting'd with the blood of the slain.
Ah! base-hearted treach'ry has doom'd our un-doing,My poor bleeding country what more can I do!E'en valour looks pale o'er the red field of ruin,And freedom bcholds her best warriors laid low.Farewell, ye dear partners of peril, farewell;Though burried ye lie in one wide bloody grave.Your deeds shall ennoble the place where you fell,And your names be enrol'd with the sons of the brave!
But I, a poor outcast, in exile must wander.Perhaps like a traitor ignobly must die?On thy wrongs, O! my country, indignant I ponder;Ah! woe to the hour when thy Wallace must fly!