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 5 But casting round his mournful eyes, To see if none were nigh them ; There he espied the young Glengyle, Who like the wind came flying. I’m come too late to step the strife, But since thou art victorious; I’ll he revenged or lose my life, My honour bids me do this.

I know your bravery young Glengyle, Though of life I’m now regardless ; Why am I forced my friends to kill ? See, brave M'Van lies breathless. Unhappy lad, put up thy blade, Tempt me no more, I pray thee ; This sword that piere’d the Squire so rude Soon in the dust shall lay thee.

Does it become so brave a knight? Does blood so much affrignt thee? Glengyle shall ne'er disgrace thy sword, Unsheath it then and fight me.