Ah! now, in a moment My country I leave! Far on the wave. Glen-na-h' Albyn ; Glen-na-h' Albyn. And the fame of my chief, The aim of my life; He turns me away, And my locks worn gray. Glen-na-h' Albyn; Glen-na-h' Albyn. Of my ancestors' graves; Of the foam of the waves; On Canada's shore, Were gather'd before ! Glen-na-h’ Albyn; Glen-na-h' Albyn. END OF VOLUME SECOND. RhW7, Blackie, & Co. Printers, Glasgow Page. 217 Satire on the Age, . ... The American blue-bird, (Note,) Watty and Meg, or the Wife reformed, |