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CCXXII A CHIEFTAIN TO THE HIGHLANDS BOUND |
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" And fast before her father's men
Three days we've fled together, For should he find us in the glen,
My blood would stain the heather; His horsemen hard behind us ride—
Should they our steps discover, Then who will cheer my bonny bride,
When they have slain her lover ?"
Out spoke the hardy Highland wight;
" I'll go, my chief, I'm ready, It is not for your silver bright,
But for your winsome lady:— |
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