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BALLADS AND SONGS
OF AYRSHIRE.
^fte jpairB ILatrg of Bunur£.
Now listen my lay of Sir Ewart de Gaire,
Who lived on the grey Carrick shore ;
And, true to remembrances treasured with care,
I'll sing you a legend as worthy and rare,
As bard ever sung you before.
Sir Ewart a blood of the purest could trace.
Through knights and through ladies right fair ;
But time and misfortune had narrow'd his race,
Till he, the sole heir to his name and the place,
Was left their decay to repair.
His castle stood lone, where the sea-birds flock.
And the stonns of the ocean rave.
And long it had battl'd their stormiest shock,
With its top in the clouds, and its base on a rock
That was wash'd by the wild sea wave.
And broad were the lands of Sir Ewart de Gaire,
And many the vassals he own'd ;
And high was his spirit, and noble his air —
No youth more deserving, no gallant more fair,
In all the west country was found.
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