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 For hours he tried to daunt the youth,
 * For days, indeed, but vainly—

The stripling smiled!—to tell the truth,
 * The stripling smiled inanely.

For weeks the goblin weird and wild,
 * That noble stripling haunted;

For weeks the stripling stood and smiled
 * Unmoved and all undaunted.

The sombre ghost exclaimed, "Your plan
 * Has failed you, goblin plainly:

Now watch yon hardy Hieland man,
 * So stalwart and ungainly."

"These are the men who chase the roe,
 * Whose footsteps never falter,

Who bring with them where'er they go,
 * A smack of old.

Of such as he, the men sublime
 * Who lead their troops victorious,

Whose deeds go down to after-time,
 * Enshrined in annals glorious!

"Of such as he the bard has said
 * 'Hech thrawfu' raltie rorkie!

Wi' thecht ta' croonie clapperhead
 * And fash' wi' unco pawkie!'