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I yonder Iſle, beyond Argyle. where flocks and herds were plenty, Liv’d a rich ’Squire, whoſe ſiſter fair was the flower of all that country: A Knight, Sir Neil had woo’d her long, expecting ſoon to marry; A young High and Laird his ſuit profer’d, young, handſome, briſk and airy.

Long ſhe reſpected brave Sir Neil, becauſe he woo’d ſincerely, But as ſoon as ſhe ſaw the young Glengyle, he won her moſt entirely; Till lies of ſome to her brother came, that Neil had boaſted proudly, Of favours from that Lady young, which made him vow thus rudely.

I ſwear by all our friendſhip paſt, before this hour next morning, This Knight or me ſhall breathe our laſt, he ſhall know who he’s ſcorning. To meet on the ſhore where the loud waves roar, in a challenge he defy’d him: Ere the fun was up, theſe young men met, no living creature nigh them.