Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Scotland: Vols. VI–VIII. 1876–79.

Auchinblae

The Braes of Auchinblae

By George Menzies (1797–1847)

AS clear is Luther’s wave, I ween,

As gay the grove, the vale as green;

But, O, the days that we have seen

Are fled, and fled for aye, Mary!

O, we have often fondly strayed

In Fordoun’s green embowering glade,

And marked the moonbeam as it played

On Luther’s bonnie wave, Mary.

Since then, full many a year and day

With me have slowly passed away,

Far from the braes of Auchinblae,

And far from love and thee, Mary!

And we must part again, my dear,

It is not mine to linger here;

Yes, we must part,—and, O, I fear,

We meet not here again, Mary!

For on Culloden’s bloody field

Our hapless Prince’s fate is sealed,—

Last night to me it was revealed

Sooth as the word of heaven, Mary!

And ere to-morrow’s sun shall shine

Upon the heights of Galloquhine,

A thousand victims at the shrine

Of tyranny shall bleed, Mary!

Hark! hark! they come,—the foemen come,—

I go; but wheresoe’er I roam,

With thee my heart remains at home.

Adieu, adieu for aye, Mary!