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When Scotland's great Regent our warrior most dear	A
The debt of his nature did pay	B
T' was Edward the cruel had reason to fear	A
And cause to be struck with dismay	B
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At the window of Edward the raven did croak	C
Though Scotland a widow became	D
Each tie of true honor to Wallace he broke	C
The raven croaked quot Sorrow and shame quot	E
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At Eldersie Castle no raven was heard	E
But soothings of honor and truth	F
His spirit inspired the soul of the bard	E
To comfort the Love of his youth	F
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They lighted the tapers at dead of night	E
And chanted their holiest hymn	G
But her brow and her bosom were all damp with affright	E
Her eye was all sleepless and dim	G
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And the lady of Eldersie wept for her lord	E
With a death watch beat in her lonely room	H
When her curtain shook of its own accord	E
And the raven flapped at her window board	E
To tell of her warrior's doom	H
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Now sing ye the death song and loudly pray	B
For the soul of my knight so dear	A
And call me a widow this wretched day	B
Since the warning of God is here	I
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For a nightmare rests on my strangled sleep	J
The lord of my bosom is doomed to die	E
His valorous heart they have wounded deep	J
And the blood red tears his country shall weep	J
For Wallace of Elderslie	K
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Yet knew not his country that ominous hour	L
Ere the loud matin bell was rung	M
That the trumpet of death on an English tower	L
The dirge of her champion sung	M
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When his dungeon light looked dim and red	E
On the high born blood of a martyr slain	N
No anthem was sung at his lowly death bed	E
No weeping was there when his bosom bled	E
And his heart was rent in twain	N
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When he strode o'er the wreck of each well fought field	E
With the yellow haired chiefs of his native land	E
For his lace was not shivered on helmet or shield	E
And the sword that was fit for archangel to wield	E
Was light in his terrible hand	E
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Yet bleeding and bound though the quot Wallacewight quot	E
For his long loved country die	E
The bugle ne'er sung to a braver night	E
Than William of Elderslie	K
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But the day of his triumphs shall never depart	E
His head unemtombed shall with glory be palmed	E
From its blood streaming altar his spirit shall start	E
Though the raven has fed on his mouldering heart	E
A nobler was never embalmed	E

Thomas Campbell

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