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The brand is faun frae out his hand,
His bonnet blue, lies stain’d and bloody
His bonnet blue, lies stain’d and bloody
Fair Flora‘s gane her love to seek;
Lang may she wait for his returnin;
The midnight dew fa’s on her cheek;
What haun shall dry her tears o’ mournin
Duncan now nae mair is ready, &c.
Lang may she wait for his returnin;
The midnight dew fa’s on her cheek;
What haun shall dry her tears o’ mournin
Duncan now nae mair is ready, &c.
OLD TOWLER.
Bright Chanticlear proclaims the dawn,
And spangles deck the thorn,
The lowling herds now quit the lawn,
The lark springs from the corn;
Dogs, huntsmen, round the window throng,
Fleet Towler leads the cry;
Arise the burden of my song,
This day a stag must die.
And spangles deck the thorn,
The lowling herds now quit the lawn,
The lark springs from the corn;
Dogs, huntsmen, round the window throng,
Fleet Towler leads the cry;
Arise the burden of my song,
This day a stag must die.
With a hey, ho, chevy,
Hark forward, hark forward, tantivy,
Hark, hark, tantivy,
This day a stag must die.
Hark forward, hark forward, tantivy,
Hark, hark, tantivy,
This day a stag must die.
