A Verse from Rorie Gill

It was not the eagle, nor yet the fox,
That raised the echo among the rocks:
Oh! It was the searching bloodhound’s yell,
And tramping of horsemen down the dell,
And the shouts of many a forrester brave;—
Ha! Now they reach the robber’s cave.
And ere the guard, with his bugle’s sound,
Can warn his merry men lurking round,
Knockmains brave lord, who gallantly sped
Baldoon’s huge adder—his country’s dread—
Explores the robber’s cave at will,
And springs unlooked for on Rorie Gill.—

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