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The hour arrived, as hour must come
To those that dread it for their doom,
As well as those who for it long—
And Donald's men, in phalanx strong,
Moved from the cliff around the steep
With swiftness and in silence deep.
Then Haco's watcher by the tarn
Straight hasted back, his prince to warn;
And found him and his troop prepared,
Couch'd on their arms, and keeping guard,
Hid in the heather and the brake,
Alongst the road the Scots must take.