3 And the hills rung in pity MacGregor is woun- ded. Near the brook in the valley the green turf did hide her, [beside her; And they laid MacGregor down found sleeping Secure is their dwelling from foes and black slander; (wander. Near the loud roaring waters their spirits oft When the keen chase is o'er ye bold sons of the mountain, [fountain, And softly reclining by the clear murmuring Still look with a sigh to the foot of Ben- barra, [Aurara. Where died that bold chieftian MacGregor
SAVOURNA DELISH. Oh! the moment was sad when my love and I parted, Savourna Delish Shighan Oh! As I kiss'd off her tears I was nigh broken hearted, Savourna &c. Wan was her cheek which hung on my shoul- der, Damp was her hand, no marble was colder;
