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THE WEDDING OF MACLEOD
What was the custom
of that race of Leod?
Him I gave
my answer due,
(Well did I know
the custom of the MacLeods):
Wine they broach
and ale they drink
And with liquor thrice-brewed
they fill the stoup:
A timely aid
To a feast's enjoyment!
Thou woman over yonder
by the water's edge,
It is because
thou comest from Trotternish
That to-day thou art left
without a mantle!
MACDONALD'S LADY:
By thine hand,
thou black-mouthed quean,
I lack not
gold nor treasure;
My black gown
is new in my chest,
And as for my kerchief,
— thou 'It not get it!

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