And smiles each valley green!
Cormac sung the foregoing simple lines in order that he might be entitled to call upon old Donald; who now being left without an apology, and endeavouring to recollect a song, after a short pause the Scottish minstrel struck his harp, and thus began:—
i thought on distant hame!
Ah! while I saftly tuned my sang,
The hawthorn's hoary bloom amang,
I thought on friends I lov'd sae lang;
I thought on distant hame!
I thought on those I lov'd when young,
Of those wha died the wars amang,
Of those for whom the knell had rang,