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Rung aloud Bendourish Fell,
Song concluded. . “ Vain was then the Douglas brand, Vain the Campbell's vaunted hand, Vain Kirkpatrick's bloody dirk, Making sure of murder's work ; Barendown fled fast away, Fled the fiery De la Haye, When this broach, triumphant borne, Beam'd upon the breast of Lorn.
“ Farthest fled, its former Lord Left his men to brand and cord,
Bloody brand of Highland steel,
XIV. As glares the tiger on his foes, Hemm'd in by hunters, spears, and bows, And, ere he bounds upon the ring, Selects the object of his spring, Now on the bard, now on his Lord, So Edward glared and grasp'd his swordBut stern his brother spoke,—“ Be still. “What! art thou yet so wild of will, After high deeds and sufferings long, To chafe thee for a menial's song ?Well hast thou framed, Old Man, thy strains, To praise the hand that pays thy pains; !
Yet something might thy song have told
“Now, by Columba's shrine, I swear,.. And every saint that's buried there,
'Tis he himself!" Lorn sternly cries,
Up, all who love me! blow on blow !
XVI. Then up sprung many a mainland Lord, Obedient to their Chieftain's word. Barcaldine's arm is high in air, And Kinloch-Alline's blade is bare, Black Murthok's dirk has left its sheath, And clench'd is Dermid's hand of death. Their mutter'd threats of vengeance swell Into a wild and warlike yell; Onward they press with weapons high, The affrighted females shriek and Ay, And, Scotland, then thy brightest ray Had darken'd ere its noon of day, But every chief of birth and fame, That from the Isles of Ocean came, At Ronald's side that hour withstood Fierce Lorn’s relentless thirst for blood.