Glencoe
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Douglas Stewart
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Sigh, wind in the pine;
River, weep as you flow;
Terrible things were done
Long, long ago.
In daylight golden and mild
After the night of Glencoe
They found the hand of a child
Lying in the snow.
Lopped by the sword to the ground
Or torn by wolf or fox,
That was the snowdrop they found
Among the granite rocks.
Oh, life is fierce and wild
And the heart of the earth is stone
And the hand of a murdered child
Will not bear thinking on.
Sigh, wind in the pine,
Cover it with snow;
But terribel things were done
Long, long ago.
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