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• Now who be ye, would cross Lochgyle,

* This dark and stormy water?" « Oh I'm the chief of Ulva's isle,

And this Lord Ullin's daughter

* 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?-

Outspoke the hardy Highland wight

*I'll go, my chief—I'm ready:• It is not for your silver bright;

• But for your winsome lady:

And by my word! the bonny bird

• In danger shall not tarry; •So, though the waves are raging white,

• I'll row you o'er the ferry.'

By this the storm grew loud apace,

The water-wraith was shrieking ;* And in the scowl of heav'n each face Grew dark as they were speaking.

* The evil spirit of the waters.

But still as wilder blew the wind,

And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armed men,

Their trampling sounded nearer..

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“Oh haste thee, haste!' the lady cries,

Though tempests round us gather; • I'll meet the raging of the skies,

But not an angry father.'

The boat has left a stormy land,

A stormy sea before her,
When oh! too strong for human hand,

The tempest gather'd o'er her.

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And still they row'd amïdst the roar

Of waters fast prevailing:
Lord Ullin reach'd that fatal shore,

His wrath was chang'd to wailing.

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For sore dismay'd, through storm and shade,

His child he did discover :; One lovely hand she stretch'd for aid,

And one was round her lover.

• Come back! come back ! he cried in grief,

• Across this stormy water: • And I'll forgive your Highland chief,

*My daughter!-oh my daughter !'

'Twas vain: the loud waves lash'd the shore,

Return or aid preventing :-
The waters wild went o'er his child

And he was left lamenting.

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