text:  A traitor sold him to his foes;{A} O deed of deathless shame! I charge thee boy if e'er thou meet With one of Assynt's name-- Be it upon the mountain's side Or yet within the glen Stand he in martial gear alone Or back'd by armed men-- Face him as thou would'st face the man Who wrong'd thy sire's renown; Remember of what blood thou art And strike the caitiff down! IV