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Far the grey loch runs / Up to Schiehallion. / Lap, lap the water flows / Where my wee boatie rows; / Greenly a star shows / Over Schiehallion.
She that I wander'd wi' / Over Schiehallion, -- / How far ayont your ken, / Crags of the merry glen, / Stray'd she, that wander'd then / Down fra Schiehallion!
Sail of the wild swan / Turn to Schiehallion! / Here where the rushes rise / Low the black hunter lies; / Beat thou the pure skies / Back to Schiehallion!