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 Lest wand'ring folk, that are abroad, Detain you on the valley road."

"And when he has cross'd the Irthing flood, My merry bard! he hastes, he hastes Up Knorren Moor, thro' Halegarth Wood, And reaches soon that castle good Which stands and threatens Scotland's wastes."

"Bard Bracy! bard Bracy! your horses are fleet, Ye must ride up the hall, your music so sweet, More loud than your horses' echoing feet! And loud and loud to Lord Roland call, Thy daughter is safe in Langdale hall! Thy beautiful daughter is safe and free— Sir Leoline greets thee thus thro' me. He bids thee come without delay With all thy numerous array; And take thy lovely daughter home,