Albyn's anthology, ou, une collection choisie des mélodies et la poésie vocale propre à l'Écosse et les Îles : inédit . gt;ft* 1 I G I J j Stii fior mhac Dnin un *-N-t m i ro NALD, la fierté de tous ? Ils le virent K" I I g =3 I i -L- Ny-j- tn 1 3t m 3 =tt = u Tuanach un smac asil. nuairdhttias suis barr. 3t . Au rV de l'automne. Éléphant en vie .cri à ry m -i U-fL.  =3 = & iJ 1 E i r*- r*. * 1 : ?  ?  ? =f = *-p- -i- r ?m ? -I -1-4- ^ * 1 j X- L :ii i II NOS HÉROS DE RETOUR. Écrit par William Smyth, ESQ. De Cambridge. Nos héros, de retour pour la bataille est gagnée, et l'accueil des transports,

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Albyn's anthology, or, A select collection of the melodies & vocal poetry peculiar to Scotland & the Isles : hitherto unpublished . gt;ft* 1 I g I j ~ j Stii fior mhac an Dnin*_-N-t m i Ro NALD, the pride of them all? They saw him K« I I g=3 I i -L- Ny-j— tn 1 3t m 3=tt= u _ _ asil smac an Tuanach. nuairdhttias am barr. 3t . _to rV fall. .lira phant in vie to ry~~ m -i U-fL. =3= & iJ 1 E i r*- r*. * 1 : ? ? ?=f= *—p— -i ?r— m ? -1-4 —i— ^ * 1 i X- L_:ii i II OUR HEROES RETURN. WRITTEN BY WILLIAM SMYTH, ESQ. OF CAMBRIDGE. Our heroes return, for the battle is won, And the welcome of transport, the shout is begun ;But where is my Ronald, the pride of them all, They saw him triumphant in victory fall. O, Konald, my Konald ! yet hear me, but hear !I bless thy proud laurels, so honourd, so dear;But pardon these tears that unworthily start, A crime to thy shade, but relief to my heart. No tears, well I know, must be shed oer the brave, For freedom who fall, and their country to save;Yet, oh! for a season thy spirit must bearTo hear the sad sighs of thy Marys despair. Am—Oran Moladh* 0. TRANSLATION.. thou art my lover, either among the humble or among the noble : Thou art the true son of the gentleman, and the farmers son when the harvest is at hand.-f- Tis thy praise Ill sing for ay. By my will * This original Hebridean Air was noted down from the mouth of a young girl, a native of the Lewis, by an accomplished lady, (a name-sake of theEditor) in 1781. In the Edinburgh Magazine for anno 1785, this fragment, for it is no more, will be found as given by the present Editorto the late Mr James Sibbald, (proprietor and publisher of that Miscellany) than whom, few possessed more gentlemanly acquirements: taste anddiscrimination in the fine arts were in his mind so intimately united, as to render his acquaintance covetable; while his suavity of manners endearedhim to his friends, among whom the Editor had the good fortune to be numbered. + Literally, when the crop is

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