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127 And Bruce, as soon as he had slain

The Gordon, sailed away to Spain;

And fought with rage incessant

Against the Moorish Crescent.

But many days, and many months,

And many years ensuing,

This wretched Knight did vainly seek

The death that he was wooing:

And coming back across the wave,

Without a groan on Ellen's grave

His body he extended,

And there his sorrow ended.

Now ye, who willingly have heard

The tale I have been telling,

May in Kirkonnel churchyard view

The grave of lovely Ellen:

By Ellen's side the Bruce is laid;

And, for the stone upon his head,

May no rude hand deface it,

And its forlorn !