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 Place me on Sunium's marbled steep,

Where nothing, save the waves and I,

May hear our mutual murmurs sweep;

There, swan-like, let me sing and die:

A land of slaves shall ne'er be mine—

Dash down the cup of Samian wine!Byron.

to the Highlands bound, Cries, 'Boatman do not tarry, And I'll give thee a silver pound, To row us o'er the ferry!'—

Now, who he ye would cross Lochgyle, This dark and stormy water?' O I'm the chief of Ulva's isle, And this Lord Ullin's daughter:—

And fast before her father's men, Three day's we've fled together; should he find us in the glen, My blood would stain the heather—

His horseman hard behind us ride Should they our steps discover. , who would cheer my bonny bride, When they have slain her lover?'—

Out spoke the hardy Highland wight, I'll go, my chief— I'm ready:— tis not for your silver bright, But for your winsome lady!