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Mourn Caledonia mourn

They banished peace

thy laurel's torn

Sons for valor long renowned

Now lay slaughtered

on the ground

Hospitable roofs are no more

Invite the stranger to the door

Smoking ruin now they lay

Monument of blackened sky

The Blackwatch

Take me home

They blackwatch

Stake the ground

Baneful curse, fatal mourn

Accursed ages yet unborn

Sons against their father's stood

Parents shed his children's blood

When the rage of battle ceased

Victor's soul was not appeased

Naked and forlorn must feel

Devouring flames,

murdering steel

While the warm blood bedews my veins

And unimpaired remembrance reigns

Resentment of my country's fate

Within my filial breast shall beat

And spit of her insulting foe

My sympathizing verse shall flow

Mourn, hapless Caledonia, mourn

Thy banished peace

They laurel's torn!