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THE LAY OF DARGO. 33
75 So we took to ourselves Crimina,
To Dargo we gave lier tender liand.
But tboiigli courteous were our maids and kind,
Ofttimes among them would she mourn.
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Each little waterfall heard the voice of her woe ;
80 Brief was her day, and sad her tale.'"^
One day as we chased the deer upon the plain,
A masted ship with white sails was seen.
'Twas thought that Lochlinn had arisen,
To bear Crimina by force away.
85 Then spake Conan of little soul,
" To light without reason nought care I !
First, mark ye with all heed
"What regard toward us the maiden hath.
Let us dye the mantle of her spouse [moor ;
90 In the red blood of the boar upon the highland
Let us carry him home as dead,
And yourselves shall see if her love be true."
We listened, and we were sorry
At the counsel of Conan inglorious.
95 The boar of fierce venom laid we low
In the dense woods near the shore.
" Hold him for me," said mean-hearted Conan ;
" By my right hand his head must fall !"
We sprinkled Dargo with the blood,
100 On our backs the warrior we raised ; [chief,
With the burden of sad songs we mourned our
* Al. — Tears are on my harp-strings, as I tell the tale.