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CANTO VI.
FINGAL. 153
And bear them to thy fortress grim ;
There let them linger out their years
In servile toil, with fetter'd limb.
Stripes be their food, their drink be tears.
Thou know'st Fingal — his word obey. —
Hence Aviththy band of slaves. Away."
He said. Th# slaves like harpies seiz'd,
And with sharp taunts their victims rais'd,
Whom, as they dragg'd along the plain,
They from their hearts wrung many a groan,
And as they writh'd in bitter pain.
Sternly and loud laugh'd Innismone.
END OF CANTO VI.

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