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"Oh, give to me my gui-l'annee, / I pray you, Monseigneur; / The king's princess doth ride to-day, / And I ride forth with her. / Oh! I will ride the maid beside / Till we come to the sea, / Till my good ship receive my bride, / And she sail far with me. / Oh, donnez-moi ma gui-l'annee, / Monseigneur, je vous prie! "
The singer was perched on a huge broad stone, which, lying athwart other tall perpendicular stones, made a kind of hut, approached by a pathway of upright narrow pillars, irregular and crude. Vast must have been the labour of man's hands to lift the massive table of rock upon the supporting shafts -- relics of an age when they were the only architecture, the only national monuments; when savage ancestors in lion skins, with stone weapons, led by white-robed Druid priests, came solemnly here and left the mistletoe wreath upon these Houses of Death for their adored warriors.