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136 Now we swiftly made our way

To Kingussie in Strathspey,

Skirting many a nameless loch

As we flew through Badenoch,

Till at Killiecrankie's Pass,

Heather changing into grass

We descended once again

To the fertile lowland plain,

And by Perth and old Dunblane

Reached the banks of Allan Water,

Famous for the miller's daughter,

Whence at last we circled back

Till we crossed our Stirling track.

So our little journey ended,

Gladness and instruction blended—

Not a care to spoil our pleasure,

Not a thought to break our leisure,

Drifting on from Sussex hedges

Up through Yorkshire's fells and ledges