MACGREGOR AURARA. From the chase of the mountain as I was return- ing; By the side of a fountain Malrina sat mourning, To the winds that loud whistled she told her And the vallies re-echoed MacGregor Aurara. sad story, Like a flash of red lightnidg o'er the heath came McAra, (barra; More fleet than the re-buck on the lofty Ben- Oh! where is MacGregor; say where does he hover; You son of bold -, why.tarries my lover? Then the voice of soft sorrow from his bosom thus sounded; [wouuded; Low lies your MacGregor pale mangled and Overcome with sweet slumber to a rock I con- vey'd him, [betray'd him. Where the sons of black malice to his foes had As the blast of the mountain soon nips the fresh blossom, So died the fair bud of ford hope in her bosom; MacGregor! MacGregor! loud echo resounded,
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