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It was in the days when Claverhouse

Was scouring moor and glen,

To change, with fire and bloody sword,

The faith of Scottish men.

They had made a covenant with the Lord

Firm in their faith to bide,

Nor break to Him their plighted word,

Whatever might betide.

The sun was well-nigh setting,

When o'er the heather wild,

And up the narrow mountain-path,

Alone there walked a child.

He was a bonny, blithesome lad,

Sturdy and strong of limb—

A father's pride, a mother's love,

Were fast bound up in him.

His bright blue eyes glanced fearless round,

His step was firm and light;

What was it underneath his plaid

His little hands grasped tight?

It was bannocks which, that very morn,

His mother made with care.

From out her scanty store of meal;

And now, with many a prayer,

Had sent by Jamie her ane boy,

A trusty lad and brave,

To good old Pastor Tammons Roy,

Now hid in yonder cave,

And for whom the bloody Claverhouse

Had hunted long in vain,

And swore they would not leave that glen

Till old Tam Roy was slain.

So Jamie Douglas went his way

With heart that knew no fear;

He turned the great curve in the rock,

Nor dreamed that death was near.

And there were bloody Claverhouse men,

Who laughed aloud with glee,

When trembling now within their power,

The frightened child they see.

He turns to flee, but all in vain,

They drag him back apace

To where their cruel leader stands,

And set them face to face.

The cakes concealed beneath his plaid

Soon tell the story plain—

"It is old Tam Roy the cakes are for,"

Exclaimed the angry man.

"Now guide me to his hiding place

And I will let you go."

But Jamie shook his yellow curls,

And stoutly answered—"No!"

"I'll drop you down the mountain-side,

And there upon the stones

The old gaunt wolf and carrion crow

Shall battle for your bones."

And in his brawny, strong right hand

He lifted up the child,

And held him where the clefted rocks

Formed a chasm deep and wild

So deep it was, the trees below

Like stunted bushes seemed.

Poor Jamie looked in frightened maze,

It seemed some horrid dream.

He looked up at the blue sky above

Then at the men near by;

Had they no little boys at home,

That they could let him die?

But no one spoke and no one stirred,

Or lifted hand to save

From such a fearful, frightful death,

The little lad so brave.

"It is woeful deep," he shuddering cried,

"But oh! I canna tell,

So drop me down then, if you will—

It is nae so deep as hell!"

A childish scream, a faint, dull sound,

Oh! Jamie Douglas true,

Long, long within that lonely cave

Shall Tam Roy wait for you.

Long for your welcome coming

Waits the mother on the moor,

And watches and calls, "Come, Jamie, lad,"

Through the half-open door.

No more adown the rocky path

You come with fearless tread,

Or, on moor or mountain, take

The good man's daily bread.

But up in heaven the shining ones

A wondrous story tell,

Of a child snatched up from a rocky gulf

That is nae so deep as hell.

And there before the great white throne,

Forever blessed and glad,

His mother dear and old Tam Roy

Shall meet their bonny lad.