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And Teesdale can remember yet
Time and Tide had thus their sway,
LORD RONALD'S CORONACH.
[The tradition, upon which the following stanzas are founded, runs thus: While two Highland hunters were passing the night in a solitary bothy (a hut, built for the purpose of hunting,) and making merry over their venison and whisky, one of them expressed a wish, that they had pretty lasses, to complete their party. The words were scarcely uttered. when two beautiful young womeu, habited in green, entered the hut, dancing and singing. One of the hunters was seduced by the syren, who attached herself particularly to him. to leave the hot: the other remained, and, suspicious of the fair seducers, continued to play upon a trump, or Jew's harp, some strain, cons-crated to the Virgin Mary. Day at length came, and the temptress vinished. Searching in the forest, he found the bones of his unfortunate friend; who had been torn to pieces and devoured by the fiend. into whose toils he had fallen. The place was from thence called, The Glen of the Green Women.]
"For them the viewless forms of air oter,
To see the phantom train their secret work prepare.
"O HONE a rie'! O hone a rie'!*
The pride of Albin's line is o'er,
O, sprung from great Macgillianore,
Well can the Saxon widows tell,
The boldest Lowland warriors fell,
O hone a rie' signifies-" Alas for the prince, or chief,"
But o'er his hills, on festal day,
How blaz'd Lord Ronald's Beltane tree;
But now the loud lament we swell,
"Twas Moy; whom, in Columba's isle,
Was never meant for mortal ear.
For there, 'tis said, in mystic mood,
That shall the future corpse enfold.
O so it fell, that on a day,
To rouse the red deer from their den,
To watch their safety, deck their board:
And still, when dewy evening fell,
In grey Glenfinlas' deepest nook