And thou, De Burgh, from Erin's isle,
Whom Eth O'Connor leads,
Love's tear shall soon usurp his smile
In Ulster's emerald meads.
But oh! what tears will Cambria shed
When _she_ the tale shall learn--
For Forth's full tide shall flow blood red,
Ere long, from Bannockburn!

"But not alone shall Southron vale
Lament that day of woe--
Grief's sigh shall soothe each ruder gale
Where Scotia's waters flow.
From Corra Linn, where roars the Clyde,
To Dornoch's ocean bay--
From Tweed, that rolls a neutral tide,
To lonely Colinsay:--
But see, the stars wax faint and few,
Death's frown is dark and stern--
But darker soon shall rise to view
Yon field of Bannockburn!"



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RIVER MELODIES.


Between Pittsburgh and Shawneetown, whilst "gliding merrily down the Ohio"