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The Forest of Glenmore is drear	A
It is all of black pine and the dark oak tree	A
And the midnight wind to the mountain deer	A
Is whistling the forest lullaby	B
The moon looks through the drifting storm	C
But the troubled lake reflects not her form	C
For the waves roll whitening to the land	D
And dash against the shelvy strand	D
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There is a voice among the trees	E
That mingles with the groaning oak	F
That mingles with the stormy breeze	E
And the lake waves dashing against the rock	G
There is a voice within the wood	H
The voice of the Bard in fitful mood	I
His song was louder than the blast	J
As the Bard of Glenmore through the forest past	J
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'Wake ye from your sleep of death	K
Minstrels and bards of other days	L
For the midnight wind is on the heath	M
And the midnight meteors dimly blaze	L
The Spectre with the Bloody Hand	D
Is wandering through the wild woodland	D
The owl and the raven are mute for dread	N
And the time is meet to awake the dead	N
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'Souls of the mighty wake and say	O
To what high strain your harps were strung	P
When Lochlin plough'd her billowy way	O
And on your shores her Norsemen flung	P
Her Norsemen train'd to spoil and blood	Q
Skill'd to prepare the Raven's food	I
All by your harpings doom'd to die	B
On bloody Largs and Loncarty	B
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'Mute are ye all No murmurs strange	R
Upon the midnight breeze sail by	B
Nor through the pines with whistling change	R
Mimic the harp's wild harmony	A
Mute are ye now Ye ne'er were mute	B
When Murder with his bloody foot	B
And Rapine with his iron hand	B
Were hovering near yon mountain strand	B
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'O yet awake the strain to tell	S
By every deed in song enroll d	A
By every chief who fought or fell	S
For Albion's weal in battle bold	B
From Coilgach first who rolled his car	A
Through the deep ranks of Roman war	A
To him of veteran memory dear	A
Who victor died on Aboukir	A
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'By all their swords by all their scars	T
By all their names a mighty spell	S
By all their wounds by all their wars	U
Arise the mighty strain to tell	S
For fiercer than fierce Hengist s strain	V
More impious than the heathen Dane	V
More grasping than all grasping Rome	W
Gaul s ravening legions hither come '	-
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The wind is hush'd and still the lake	X
Strange murmurs fill my tinkling ears	Y
Bristles my hair my sinews quake	X
At the dread voice of other years	Y
'When targets clash'd and bugles rung	P
And blades round warriors' heads were flung	P
The foremost of the band were we	A
And hymned the joys of liberty '	-

Sir Walter Scott

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