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White as the foam adown her side

Her delicate fingers extended hung.

Smooth as the dusky down of the elk

Appeared her shady eyebrows to me;

Lovely her cheeks were, like berries red;

From every guile she was wholly free.

Her countenance looked like the gentle buds

Unfolding their beauty in early spring;

Her yellow locks like the gold-browed hills;

And her eyes like the radiance the sunbeams bring.

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The Norland King stood on the height

And scanned the rolling sea;

He proudly eyed his gallant ships

That rode triumphantly.

And then he looked where lay his camp,

Along the rocky coast,

And where were seen the heroes brave

Of Lochlin’s famous host.

Then to the land he turn’d, and there

A fierce-like hero came;

Above him was a flag of gold,

That waved and shone like flame.

“Sweet bard,” thus spoke the Norland King,

“What banner comes in sight?

The valiant chief that leads the host,

Who is that man of might?”

“That,” said the bard, “is young MacDoon,