The daily dispatch. [volume] (Richmond [Va.]) 1850-1884, 1873-08-18
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E,DcYliei'S Warming.


g ,ochicl. Lochicl I warn thee. proud chief.
For thy own LIES salvation, OH place thou belief
In my words when tell thee, proud arrogant man,
That thy heart shall be pierced by sword In the
or the Lowlandcr brave, whose claims thou dost
Scorn; -, !,
On Cuodea's sad plains thy men see placed
But soon In the battle their fame Is diS2raccd.
For they turn their plaid backs anu take 10 theif
And as swiftly they go rs scck-b"lled cells.
The Lowlandcrs triumph hear, hear their proud
AS they drive thy proud clans to the lreilends Of
Proud Cumberland insults the dead on the field;
And the breasts of the fallen are crushed by DIS
But bark in the midst of the battle and roar,
What maslerlcss s,eed doth run the HELD Ger
IT'S thine, Glcnallen! whose bride shall look out
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The mule comes ut morning-uo rider appears:
Her grins of delight are turned into tears.
Weep, Albion, oh weep. catch the tears In glass,
And drink TO the health of Lochiel, the jackass."
LocrIEL.
False Wizard, swear thou halst better skcedad-
Or, by Jovc, I viii show thee the weight Of my pad
Begone with thy silly, fanatIcal cant.
Go talk to the fool with thy jargon and rant.
If were a coirdrd then wouldst thou do well
10 COElc, III. oIIIHlOH Vi Suio"Sh w teh'
WIZARD.
" All. grnnest thou at me my dream TO deSplSe?
tell thee proud chief, will pluck out THU eyes,
And will throw them In wrath TO the Lowlanaer's
Who tell thee, will hurriedly swallow them down.
Say, came the bold buzMrd a,idaciouSly out
To join in the row? I'll break his vile snout
| warn him to flee, to his home to return,
A nd enjoy the poor bones his labor doth earn:
For Heavens against him: his fine spacious dwell
Ing
Of the smoke Of corruption and meanness is smell
Ing;
And the babies squalling for papa and food"
LoCIIlEL.
= Thou liar, begonc! My army's arrayed
The struggle for freedom cannot be delayed.
My men are all true: their swords they prepare
TO drive the proud beast again to his lair
Let Cumberland come! he soon will discover
That Scollands Il Thing he cannot ride over!
Can kanald the Bold and Moray the Proud
Are ready To tight and In fact, we're crowd"
WIZARD.
Lochiel, my dear boy, now hear wha. say:
hid thee, wild youth, beware OF the day.
The end OF my rope gives me mystical lore;
And everything seems TO Inc hind part before.
III! go not I.ochiel, into this mad battle,
" here thy claus will be killed like so many cattle.
The war-drum is nutiied; the horn has d cold;
tor the tale of thy rashneSs In Scotland Is told.
20! before my sad gaze, my dealh,riewing eyes,
The sutf'ring and grefs of thy kindred arise.
Thy country, rash youth, see sunk In despair:
Thy recklessncsS, mailman, is what put her there"
L0CIIEL. ..s..
Down, soothless insuter. trust not thy story;
w country III crown with great honor and glory.
Her sons Shalt Je kings, her daughters be queens;
Her laurels shall bloom like fresh eVergreens;
.ochicl will not run-hio country he'll save;
: O one will desert but cowardly knave.
Win my sword in my hand, to the battle I'll so,
riv back 10 my army, my face t. The foe. g. 10
S6r MIL beg,lcathc to my family shane:
sut diving III leave them an unsullied name" f..