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204 THE D^MON LOYEK. |
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" O whaten a mountain is yon," she said, " All so dreary wi' frost and snow ? "—
" 0 yon is the mountain of hell," he cried, " Where you and I will go."
And aye when she turn'd her round about, as
Aye taller he seem'd for to be ; Until that the tops o' that gallant ship
Nae taller were than he.
The clouds grew dark, and the wind grew loud, And the levin fill'd her ee ; to
And waesome wail'd the snaw-white sprites Upon the gurlie sea.
He strack the tap-mast wi' his hand,
The fore-mast wi' his knee; And he brake that gallant ship in twain, re
And sank her in the sea. |
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