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Farewell, grey Albyn, much loved land, / I ne'er shall see thy hills again; / Upon those hills I oft would stand / And view the chase sweep o'er the plain.
'Twas pleasant from their tops I ween / To see the stag that bounding ran; / And all the rout of hunters keen, / The sons of Usna in the van.