Then said, with but one moment’s pride of air,
“It might not have been so had I been there!”
Few days elapsed till he reposed beneath
His grey cairn, on the wild and lonely heath;
Son, friends, and kindred of his dust took leave,
And Allan, with the crape bound round his sleeve.
Old Allan now hung up his sergeant’s sword,
And sat, a guest for life, at Ronald’s board.
He waked no longer at the barrack’s drum,
Yet still you’d see, when peep of day was come,