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Morn A.
Gloomy fon of Mugrucli, Dachom-
111 ar ! I love thee not : hard is thy heart
of rock ; dark thy terrible bro\v» But
Cadmor the fon of Tarman, thou art
the love of Morna 1 thou art like a fun-
beam on the hill, in the day of the
gloomy ftorm. Saw eft thou the fon of
Tarman, lovely on the hill of the chace ?
Here the daughter of Cormac-Carbre
waiteth the coming of Cadmor.
D U C H OM MAR.
And long (hall Morna v;ait. His
blood is on my fword. I met him by
the moffy ftone, by the oak of the noify
flream. He fought ; but I flew him ;
his blood is on my fword. High on
tht hill I will raife his tomb, daughter
of Cormac-Carbre. But love thou the
fon

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