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“Ye chiefs of Albyn, cease your noise
List Colmar King of Erin's voice!
This is your prince whom I embrace,
The flower of all our royal race;
King Eugene's son of soul refined,
And cousin to your sovereign Hynde;
MacUiston's both, as you know well,
And that old dotard monk can tell.
The truant fled me in disguise,
To seek adventures most unwise;
I follow'd, and sent men away
To seize him ere the combat-day,
Who last night found him in his bed:
He slew my officers and fled!
And, in despite of earth and hell,
Has done this day what you can tell.