SONG (Continued)
"But if beneath yon southern sky
A plaided stranger roam
30 Whose drooping crest and stifled sigh,
And sunken cheek and heavy eye,
Pine for his Highland home;
Then, warrior, then be thine to show
The care that soothes a wanderer's woe;
35 Remember then thy hap ere while,
A stranger in the lonely isle.
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