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I	A
At morn the black cock trims his jetty wing	B
'T is morning prompts the linnet's blithest lay	C
All Nature's children feel the matin spring	B
Of life reviving with reviving day	C
And while yon little bark glides down the bay	C
Wafting the stranger on his way again	D
Morn's genial influence roused a minstrel gray	C
And sweetly o'er the lake was heard thy strain	E
Mixed with the sounding harp O white haired Allan bane	E
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II	A
Song	F
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'Not faster yonder rowers' might	G
Flings from their oars the spray	C
Not faster yonder rippling bright	G
That tracks the shallop's course in light	G
Melts in the lake away	C
Than men from memory erase	H
The benefits of former days	I
Then stranger go good speed the while	J
Nor think again of the lonely isle	J
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'High place to thee in royal court	K
High place in battled line	L
Good hawk and hound for sylvan sport	K
Where beauty sees the brave resort	K
The honored meed be thine	L
True be thy sword thy friend sincere	M
Thy lady constant kind and dear	M
And lost in love's and friendship's smile	J
Be memory of the lonely isle	J
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III	A
Song Continued	N
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'But if beneath yon southern sky	A
A plaided stranger roam	O
Whose drooping crest and stifled sigh	A
And sunken cheek and heavy eye	A
Pine for his Highland home	O
Then warrior then be thine to show	P
The care that soothes a wanderer's woe	P
Remember then thy hap erewhile	J
A stranger in the lonely isle	J
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'Or if on life's uncertain main	E
Mishap shall mar thy sail	J
If faithful wise and brave in vain	E
Woe want and exile thou sustain	E
Beneath the fickle gale	J
Waste not a sigh on fortune changed	Q
On thankless courts or friends estranged	Q
But come where kindred worth shall smile	J
To greet thee in the lonely isle '	-
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IV	A
As died the sounds upon the tide	R
The shallop reached the mainland side	R
And ere his onward way he took	S
The stranger cast a lingering look	S
Where easily his eye might reach	T
The Harper on the islet beach	T
Reclined against a blighted tree	U
As wasted gray and worn as he	U
To minstrel meditation given	V
His reverend brow was raised to heaven	V
As from the rising sun to claim	W
A sparkle of inspiring flame	W
His hand reclined upon the wire	X
Seemed watching the awakening fire	X
So still he sat as those who wait	Y
Till judgment speak the doom of fate	Y
So still as if no breeze might dare	Z
To lift one lock of hoary hair	Z
So still as life itself were fled	A2
In the last sound his harp had sped	A2
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V	U
Upon a rock with lichens wild	B2
Beside him Ellen sat and smiled	B2
Smiled she to see the stately drake	C2
Lead forth his fleet upon the lake	C2
While her vexed spaniel from the beach	T
Bayed at the prize beyond his reach	T
Yet tell me then the maid who knows	D2
Why deepened on her cheek the rose	D2
Forgive forgive Fidelity	U
Perchance the maiden smiled to see	U
Yon parting lingerer wave adieu	E2
And stop and turn to wave anew	E2
And lovely ladies ere your ire	F2
Condemn the heroine of my lyre	F2
Show me the fair would scorn to spy	A
And prize such conquest of her eve	A
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VI	A
While yet he loitered on the spot	G2
It seemed as Ellen marked him not	G2
But when he turned him to the glade	H2
One courteous parting sign she made	H2
And after oft the knight would say	C
That not when prize of festal day	C
Was dealt him by the brightest fair	Z
Who e'er wore jewel in her hair	Z
So highly did his bosom swell	J
As at that simple mute farewell	J
Now with a trusty mountain guide	R
And his dark stag hounds by his side	R
He parts the maid unconscious still	J
Watched him wind slowly round the hill	J
But when his stately form was hid	I2
The guardian in her bosom chid	I2
'Thy Malcolm vain and selfish maid '	-
'T was thus upbraiding conscience said	I2
'Not so had Malcolm idly hung	J2
On the smooth phrase of Southern tongue	J2
Not so had Malcolm strained his eye	A
Another step than thine to spy '	-
'Wake Allan bane ' aloud she cried	I2
To the old minstrel by her side	I2
'Arouse thee from thy moody dream	K2
I 'll give thy harp heroic theme	K2
And warm thee with a noble name	W
Pour forth the glory of the Graeme '	-
Scarce from her lip the word had rushed	I2
When deep the conscious maiden blushed	I2
For of his clan in hall and bower	X
Young Malcolm Graeme was held the flower	X
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VII	A
The minstrel waked his harp three times	L2
Arose the well known martial chimes	L2
And thrice their high heroic pride	I2
In melancholy murmurs died	I2
'Vainly thou bidst O noble maid '	-
Clasping his withered hands he said	I2
'Vainly thou bidst me wake the strain	E
Though all unwont to bid in vain	E
Alas than mine a mightier hand	I2
Has tuned my harp my strings has spanned	I2
I touch the chords of joy but low	J
And mournful answer notes of woe	J
And the proud march which victors tread	I2
Sinks in the wailing for the dead	I2
O well for me if mine alone	M2
That dirge's deep prophetic tone	M2
If as my tuneful fathers said	I2
This harp which erst Saint Modan swayed	I2
Can thus its master's fate foretell	J
Then welcome be the minstrel's knell '	-
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VIII	A
'But ah dear lady thus it sighed	I2
The eve thy sainted mother died	I2
And such the sounds which while I strove	A
To wake a lay of war or love	A
Came marring all the festal mirth	N2
Appalling me who gave them birth	N2
And disobedient to my call	J
Wailed loud through Bothwell's bannered hall	J
Ere Douglases to ruin driven	V
Were exiled from their native heaven	V
O if yet worse mishap and woe	J
My master's house must undergo	J
Or aught but weal to Ellen fair	Z
Brood in these accents of despair	Z
No future bard sad Harp shall fling	B
Triumph or rapture from thy string	B
One short one final strain shall flow	J
Fraught with unutterable woe	J
Then shivered shall thy fragments lie	A
Thy master cast him down and die '	-
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IX	L2
Soothing she answered him 'Assuage	O2
Mine honored friend the fears of age	O2
All melodies to thee are known	M2
That harp has rung or pipe has blown	M2
In Lowland vale or Highland glen	D
From Tweed to Spey what marvel then	D
At times unbidden notes should rise	L2
Confusedly bound in memory's ties	L2
Entangling as they rush along	F
The war march with the funeral song	F
Small ground is now for boding fear	M
Obscure but safe we rest us here	P2
My sire in native virtue great	I2
Resigning lordship lands and state	I2
Not then to fortune more resigned	I2
Than yonder oak might give the wind	I2
The graceful foliage storms may reeve	A
'Fine noble stem they cannot grieve	A
For me' she stooped and looking round	I2
Plucked a blue harebell from the ground	I2
'For me whose memory scarce conveys	L2
An image of more splendid days	L2
This little flower that loves the lea	U
May well my simple emblem be	U
It drinks heaven's dew as blithe as rose	L2
That in the King's own garden grows	L2
And when I place it in my hair	Z
Allan a bard is bound to swear	Z
He ne'er saw coronet so fair '	-
Then playfully the chaplet wild	I2
She wreathed in her dark locks and smiled	I2
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X	L2
Her smile her speech with winning sway	C
Wiled the old Harper's mood away	C
With such a look as hermits throw	J
When angels stoop to soothe their woe	J
He gazed till fond regret and pride	I2
Thrilled to a tear then thus replied	I2
'Loveliest and best thou little know'st	I2
The rank the honors thou hast lost	I2
O might I live to see thee grace	L2
In Scotland's court thy birthright place	L2
To see my favorite's step advance	L2
The lightest in the courtly dance	L2
The cause of every gallant's sigh	A
And leading star of every eye	A
And theme of every minstrel's art	I2
The Lady of the Bleeding Heart '	-
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XI	U
'Fair dreams are these ' the maiden cried	I2
Light was her accent yet she sighed	I2
'Yet is this mossy rock to me	U
Worth splendid chair and canopy	U
Nor would my footstep spring more gay	C
In courtly dance than blithe strathspey	U
Nor half so pleased mine ear incline	L
To royal minstrel's lay as thine	L
And then for suitors proud and high	A
To bend before my conquering eye	A
Thou flattering bard thyself wilt say	C
That grim Sir Roderick owns its sway	C
The Saxon scourge Clan Alpine's pride	I2
The terror of Loch Lomond's side	I2