V.

Out spoke the victor then,

As he hail'd them o'er the wave,

'Ye are brothers! ye are men!

'And we conquer but to save :—

• So

peace instead of death let us bring.

But yield, proud foe, thy fleet,

With the crews, at England's feet,

And make submission meet

As death withdrew his shades from the day.

While the sun look'd smiling bright

O'er a wide and woeful sight,

Where the fires of fun'ral light

Died away.

VII.

Now joy, old England, raise!

For the tidings of thy might,

By the festal cities' blaze,

While the wine cup shines in light;

And yet amidst that joy and uproar,

Let us think of them that sleep,

Full many a fathom deep,

By thy wild and stormy steep,

Elsinore!

'Captain Riou, justly entitled the gallant and the good,

by Lord Nelson, when he wrote home his dispatches.

• Now who be ye, would cross Lochgyle, • This dark and stormy water!'

Oh I'm the chief of Ulva's isle,

And this Lord Ullin's daughter.

And fast before her father's men

• Three days we've fled together,

• For should he find us in the glen, • My blood would stain the heather.

His horsemen hard behind us ride; • Should they our steps discover,

Then who will cheer my bonny bride