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440 No brother to revenge his wrongs—

The war-path is my road:

A few more days I'll sing his songs,

Then hie to his abode."

I've heard her say, I'll be your bride;

You've waited long, I know;

A hundred foes by me have died,

By my own hand laid low.

'Tis for my nation's good I wed;

For I would still be free

Until I slumber with the dead;

But I will marry thee."

And when I left the heroine,

A tear stood in her eye

As last I held her hand in mine,

And whispered a good-bye,

"Oh, will you soon return again?"

The heroine did say;

"Yes, when the green grass decks the plain,"

I said, and came away.