"Oh! deeper and darker the mourning would be,
For your falsehood so base, than your death
proud and free,
Dearer, far dearer than ever to me,
My darling, you'll be on the brave gallows tree.
"'Tis holy, agra, from the bravest and best—
Go! go! from my heart, and be join'd with
the rest,
Alanna, machree! O Alanita, machree!
Sure a 'stag' * and a traitor you never will be."