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Repents him, lost about Locheil: all these

Have been, and stablisht on their dust we stand;

Thy England; with the northern sister fair,

That hath the heath-bells in her blowing hair;

And the dark mountain maid

That dreams for ever in the wizard shade,

Hymning her heroes there.