And how he smote the Campbell clan 

 By Inverlocky's shore. 

 I've told thee how we swept Dundee 

 And tamed the Lindsay's pride; 

 But never have I told thee yet 

 How the great Marquis died. 

 A traitor sold him to his foes: 

 Oh, deed of deathless shame! 

 I charge thee, boy, if e'er thou meet 

 With one of Assynt's name, 

 Be it upon the mountain side, 

 Or yet within the glen, 

 Stand he in martial gear alone, 

 Or backed by armed men; 

 Face him as thou wouldst face a man 

 That wronged thy sire's renown; 

 Remember of what blood thou art, 

 And strike the caitiff down 

 They brought him to the watergate 

 Hard bound, with hempen span. 

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