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! heard ye yon pibroch sound sad in the gale, Where a band cometh slowly it weeping and wail? 'Tis the Chief of Glenara laments for his dear; And her sire and her people are eallcall [sic]to her bier.

Glenara eamecame [sic] first with the mourners and shroud, Her kinsmen they followed but mourned not aloud; Their plaids all their bosoms were folded around; They marched all in sileneesilence [sic]—they looked to the ground.

In sileneesilence [sic] they reached over mountain and moor, To a heath where the oak tree grew lonely and hoar, 'Now here let us place the grey stone of her eairncairn [sic], Why speak ye no word?' said Glenara the stern.

'And tell me I charge you, ye clan of my spouse, Why fold ye your mantles? why eloudcloud [sic] ye your brows?' So spake the rude ehieftainchieftain [sic]; no answer is made, But eaeheach [sic] mantle unfolding, a dagger display'd.

'I dreamed of my lady, I dreamed of her shroud,' Cried a voice from the kinsmen all wrathful and loud; 'And empty that shroud and that eoffincoffin [sic] did seem: Glenara! Glenara! now read me my dream?'

Oh! pale grew the eheekcheek [sic] of the ehieftainchieftain [sic] I ween, When the shroud was unclosed, and no body was seen; Then a voice from the kinsmen spoke louder in seornscorn [sic], 'Twas the youth that had loved the fair Ellen of Lorn.