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rraignment foul, Dark lowered the clansman's sable scowl. A space he paused, then sternly said,-- "And heard'st thou why he drew his blade? Heards't thou that shameful word and blow Brought Roderick's vengeance on his foe? What reck'd the Chieftain if he stood On Highland-heath, or Holy-Rood? He rights such wrong where it is given, If it were in the court of heaven." "Still was it outrage:--yet, 'tis true, Not then claimed sovereignty his due; While Albany, with feeble hand, Held borrowed truncheon of command, The young King mew'd in Stirling tower, Was stranger to respect and power. But then, thy Chieftain's robber life! Winning mean prey by causeless strife, Wrenching from ruined lowland swain His herds and harvest reared in vain, Methinks a soul like thine should scorn The spoils from such foul foray borne." The Gael beheld him grim the while, And answered with disdainful smile,-- "Saxon, from yonder mountain high, I marked thee send delighted eye Far to the south and east, where lay Extended in succession gay, Deep waving fields and pastures green, With gentle slopes and groves between:-- These fertile plains, that softened vale, Were once the birthright of the Gael; The stranger came with iron hand, And from our fathers reft the land. Where dwell we now? See, rudely swell Crag over crag, fell over fell. Ask we this savage hill we tread, For fattened steer or household bread; Ask we for flocks these shingles dry, And well the mountain might reply,-- "To you, as to your sires of yore, Belong the target and claymore! I give you shelter in my breast, Your own good blades must win the rest." Pent in this fortress of the North, Think'st thou we will not sally forth, To spoil the spoiler as we may, And from the robber rend the prey? Aye, by my soul!--While on yon plain The Saxon rears one shock of grain; While of ten thousand herds, there strays But one along yon river's maze,-- The Gael, of plain and river heir, Shall, with strong hand, redeem his share. Where live the mountain Chiefs who hold That plundering Lowland field an
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