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The wind blew hollow frae the hills, / By fits the sun's departing beam / Look'd on the fading yellow woods, / That wav'd o'er Lugar's winding stream: / Beneath a craigy steep, a Bard, / Laden with years and meikle pain, / In loud lament bewail'd his lord, / Whom Death had all untimely ta'en.
He lean'd him to an ancient aik, / Whose trunk was mould'ring down with years; / His locks were bleached white with time, / His hoary cheek was wet wi' tears! / And as he touch'd his trembling harp, / And as he tun'd his doleful sang, / The winds, lamenting thro' their caves, / To Echo bore the notes alang.