And the wrong and shame we dread.”
O they listened, looked, and waited,
Till their hope became despair;
And the sobs of [low bewailing]
Filled the pauses of their prayer.
Then up spake a Scottish maiden,
With her ear unto the ground:
“Dinna ye hear it?—dinna ye hear it?
The pipes o’ Havelock sound!”
Hushed the wounded man his groaning;