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116 THE DOUGLAS TRAGEDY. |
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traveller will not be surprised to find the same story which he had learnt when a child, with every appropriate circumstance of names, time, and place, in a Glen of Morven, Lochaber, or Rannoch, equally domesticated among the mountains of Norway, Caucasus, or Thibet." 111. North. Ant. p. 317.
" Rise up, rise up, now, Lord Douglas," she says, " And put on your armour so bright;
Let it never be said that a daughter of thine Was married to a lord under night.
" Rise up, rise up, my seven bold sons, «
And put on your armour so bright, And take better care of your youngest sister,
For your eldest's awa' the last night."—
He's mounted her on a milk-white steed,
And himself on a dapple grey, »
With a bugelet horn hung down by his side, And lightly they rode away.
Lord William lookit o'er his left shoulder,
To see what he could see, And there he spy'd her seven brethren bold, la
Come riding o'er the lee.
" Light down, light down, Lady Marg'ret," he said, " And hold my steed in your hand, |
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