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THE WEDDING OF MACLEOD
MARY:
Plague on thine asking!
why should I hide it?
What is yonder but
the ship of my little one? —
A well of wine
down in her stern,
A well of sweet water
in her stem.
She hath drawn alongside
Mackenzie's ship,
She hath outsailed
the ship of the Isle.
Plague on thine asking!
why should I tell it not?
What is yonder
but the ship of kings
Whereon are played
the three pipes? —
Roderick, young
MacLeod of silver cups,
His right shoulder
silk encompasseth.
His left shoulder
thousands encompass.
My darling would ascend
the summit of high peaks;

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