  “Come to me, and I will give you flesh.”—Old Pibrochadh. COME! Says the drum; Though graves be hollow, Yet follow, follow: Come! Says the drum. Life! Shrills the fife, Is in strife— Leave love and wife: Come! Says the drum. Ripe! Screams the pipe, Is the field— Swords and not sickles wield: Come! Says the drum. The drum Says, Come! Though graves be hollow, Yet follow, follow: Come! Says the drum. |
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