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From Dee to Severn, where the bards were born

Whose songs are in the wind by Idris' chair,

Whose lips won battles; and seats of puissance where,

With long grope of his desultory hand,

The ocean, prying deep into the land,

By Morvern and the legends of wild Lorn,