STRATHALLAN'S LAMENT.

THICKEST night o'erhang my dwelling!
Howling tempests o'er me rave!
Turbid torrents, wintry swelling,
Still surround my lonely cave!

Crystal streamlets gently flowing,
Busy haunts of base mankind,
Western breezes softly blowing,
Suit not my distracted mind.

In the cause of right engaged,
Wrongs injurious to redress,
Honour's war we strongly waged,
But the Heavens deny'd success.

VOL. IV.

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Ruin's

Ruin's wheel has driven o'er us,
Not a hope that dare attend,
The wide world is all before us-

But a world without a friend !*

THE

Strathallan, it is presumed, was one of the followers of the young Chevalier, and is supposed to be lying concealed in some cave of the Highlands, after the battle of Culloden. This song was written before the year 1788.

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THE YOUNG HIGHLAND ROVER.

Tunc "MORAG."

LOUD blaw the frosty breezes,
The snaws the mountains cover;
Like winter on me seizes,

Since my young Highland Rover
Far wanders nations over.
Where'er he go, where'er he stray,
May Heaven be his warden:
Return him safe to fair Strathspey,
And bonnie Castle-Gordon !

The trees now naked groaning,
Shall soon wi' leaves be hinging,

The birdies dowie moaning,
Shall a' be blithly singing,
And every flower be springing.

Sae I'll rejoice the lee-lang day,
When by his mighty warden

My youth's return'd to fair Strathspey,
And bonnie Castle-Gordon !*

RAVING

*The young Highland Rover is supposed to be the

young Chevalier, Prince Charles Edward.

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RAVING WINDS AROUND HER BLOWING.

Tune,

"M'GRIGOR OF RERO'S LAMENT."

RAVING winds around her blowing,
Yellow leaves the woodlands strowing,
By a river hoarsely roaring,
Isabella stray'd deploring.

"Farewell, hours that late did measure
"Sunshine days of joy and pleasure;
"Hail, thou gloomy night of sorrow,
"Cheerless night that knows no morrow.

"O'er the past too fondly wandering, "On the hopeless future pondering;

Chilly grief my life-blood freezes, "Fell despair my fancy seizes.