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"Now who be ye, would cross Lochgyle,This dark and stormy water?""O, I'm the chief of Ulva's isle,And this Lord Ullin's daughter.—
And fast before her father's menThree days we've fled together,For should he find us in the glen,My blood would stain the heather.
His horsemen hard behind us ride:Should they our steps discover,Then who will cheer my bonny brideWhen they have slain her lover?"—
Outspoke the hardy Highland wight."I'll go, my chief—I'm ready:—It is not for your silver bright;But for your winsome lady:
And by my word! the bonny birdIn danger shall not tarry;So though the waves are raging white,I'll row you o'er the ferry."—
By this the storm grew loud apace,The water-wraith was shrieking;And in the scowl of heaven each faceGrew dark as they were speaking.
But still as wilder blew the wind,And as the night grew drearer,Adown the glen rode armed men,Their trampling sounded nearer.—
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