Farewell to each cliff, on which breakers are foaming; Farewell each dark glen, in which red deer are roaming; Farewell lonely SKYE, to lake, mountain, and river, Macleod may return, but Mackrimmon shall never! "Farewell the bright clouds that on Quillan are sleeping; The Banshee's wild voice sings the death-dirge before me, "Too oft shall the notes of Mackrimmon's bewailing Be heard when the GAEL on their exile are sailing; Dear land! to the shores, whence unwilling we sever, Return-return-return-shall we never! Cha till, cha till, cha till sin tuille! Cha till, cha till, cha till sin tuille, Cha till, cha till, cha till sin tuille, Ged thillis Macleod, cha till Macrimmon! THE LAST WORDS OF CADWALLON. AIR-" Dafydd y Garreg-wen."* Written for Mr GEORGE THOMSON'S Welch Melodies. There is a tradition that Dafydd y Garreg-wen, a famous Welsh Bard, being on his death-bed, called for his harp, and composed the sweet melancholy air to which these verses are united, requesting that it might be performed at his funeral. DINAS EMLINN, lament, for the moment is nigh, When mute in the woodlands thine echoes shall die ; No more by sweet Teivi CADWALLON shall rave, And mix his wild notes with the wild dashing wave. *"David of the White Rock." In spring and in autumn thy glories of shade Unhonour'd shall flourish, unhonour'd shall fade; For soon shall be lifeless the and the tongue, eye That view'd them with rapture-with rapture that sung. Thy sons, Dinas Emlinn, may march in their pride, But where is the harp shall give life to their name? And Oh, Dinas Emlinn! thy daughters so fair, When half of their charms with CADWALLON shall die? Then adieu, silver Teivi! I quit thy loved scene, |