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Stern was her Lord's suspicious mind,
Who in so rude a jail confined
So soft and fair a thrall !
And oft when moon on ocean slept,
That lovely lady sate and wept
Upon the castle-wall, And turn'd her eye to southern climes, And thought perchance of happier times, And touch'd her lute by fits, and sung
Wild ditties in her native tongue.
And still, when on the cliff and bay
And every breeze is mute,
While from that cliff he seems to hear
The murmur of a lute, And sounds, as of a captive lone, That mourns her woes in tongue unknown.
Strange is the tale--but all too long
Yet who may pass them by,
grey, Nor to their hapless tenant pay
The tribute of a sigh !
Merrily, merrily, bounds the bark
O'er the broad ocean driven,
Her path by Ronin's mountains dark
The steersman's hand hath given.
And Ronin's mountains dark have sent
Their hunters to the shore,
And each his ashen bow unbent,
gave his pastime o'er, And at the Island Lord's command, For hunting spear took warrior's brand. On Şcooreigg next a warning light Summon'd her warriors to the fight;
A numerous race, ere stern Macleod
O'er their bleak shores in vengeance strode,
When all in vain the ocean-cave
Its refuge to his victims gave.
Too well attest their dismal doom.
Merrily, merrily, goes the bark
On a breeze from the northward free, So shoots through the morning sky the lark,
Or the swan through the summer sea.
The shores of Mull on the eastward lay,
That guard famed Staffa round.
Where dark and undisturb'd repose
The cormorant had found,
And the shy seal had quiet home, And welter'd in that wond'rous dome,
Where, as to shame the temples deck'd
A Minster to her Maker's praise !
Not for a meaner usę ascend
Her columns, or her arches bend;
Nor of a theme less solemn tells
That mighty surge that ebbs and swells, And still, between each awful pause, From the high vault an answer draws,
In varied tone prolong'd and high,
Nor doth its entrance front in vain
To old Iona's holy fane,
Merrily, merrily, goes the bark,
Before the gale she bounds;
Or the deer before the hounds.
They left Loch-Tua on their lee,
And the Chief of the sandy Coll;
With long and measured toll;