And on that morn, when like their mountain mist
The Highland plumes waved o'er the beetling height,
One sentinel stood faithful at his post,—
One watchful eye gazed wondering at the sight.
But ere the warning shot could tell the tale,
The Scottish steel found sheath within his breast;
Long may his mother wait to greet her boy;—
He sleeps with kindred brave on Abraham's lofty crest.
One cheer above! one answering shout below!
Swift ply the boats across the ebbing tide;