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Again with young Glengyle he closed, Intending not to harm him ; Three times with gentle wounds him pie Yet never could disarm him.

Yield up your sword to me Glengyle, What on is our quarrel grounded? I could have pierced thy dauntless heart Each time I have the wounded. But if thou thinkest me to kill, In faith thou art mistaken, So if thou scorn to yield thy sword, In pieces straight I’ll break it.

While talking thus ho quit his guard, Glengyle in haste advanced ; And pierced his generous mauly breast. The sword behind him glanced Then down he fell and cried Pm slain, Adieu to all things earthly ; Adieu, Glengyle, the day’s thy own. Rut thou hast gained it basely.