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"LOCHABER NO MORE!"

HIGHLAND NIGHT 1715—1815—1915

TURN ye homeward in the night-tide dusk!

Return, O lad, across the watery dark.

The wind is eerie, and the sea growls low,

And voices mutter in the caves. O hark!

The sea-bird hath her mate, but none I know.