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there we were together again— Together again, we three: Morgan, Fingal, fiddle, and all, They had come for the night with me.

The spirit of joy was in Morgan's wrist, There were songs in Fingal's throat; And secure outside, for the spray to drench, Was a tossed and empty boat.

And there were the pipes, and there was the punch, And somewhere were twelve years; So it came, in the manner of things unsought, That a quick knock vexed our ears.

The night wind hovered and shrieked and snarled, And I heard Fingal swear; Then I opened the door—but I found no more Than a chalk-skinned woman there.