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McLeod of Dare called his son to him	A
McLeod of Dare looked stern and grim	A
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For he was sending on mission grave	B
His son and though he knew him brave	B
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The old man trembled lest he should make	C
In heedless youth a grave mistake	C
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'Twas not for the country nor for the king	D
Nay 'twas a more important thing	D
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Than country or clan or feud or strife	E
The young man went to woo a wife	E
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He listened did Neil with scanty grace	F
Haughty gloom on his handsome face	F
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While the old man told him where to go	G
And what to say and what to do	H
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The morrow ye'll go for a lang lang stay	I
Wi' your rich uncle Donald Gray	I
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He'll gie ye a welcome wairm and true	H
And mate his only child wi' you	H
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She's weel worth winning for in her hand	J
She hauds the deed o' a' his land	J
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She's far frae haun'some a homely lass	K
As you will see but let that pass	K
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Why should I wed a woman that's plain	L
You didn't yourself McLeod was vain	L
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He smiled and he smirked Ah true Neil true	H
But I was haun'somer nor you	H
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Juist coort this cousin and never mind	M
Squint or freckle since luve is blind	M
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Or ought tae be in sic case as this	N
'Tis no a chance I'd hae ye miss	N
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Jane's na sae braw as her cousin Kate	O
But 'tis wi' Jane I'd hae ye mate	O
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For Kate poor lassie she hasna land	J
Her face is her fortune understand	J
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Gie her guid day when ye chance tae meet	P
But Jane remember your fain tae greet	P
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Wi' warmer words and a gallant air	Q
Go win a wife and a warld o' care	Q
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Neil listened closest to what was said	R
Of Kate the poor but pretty maid	S
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And when he reached his good uncle's place	F
'Twas Kate that in his eyes found grace	F
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The while Jane simpered with conscious pride	T
As if to say Behold your bride	T
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In this home he dwelt for many a day	I
A favorite he of Donald Gray	I
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They walked together over the hill	U
Or through the valleys solemn and still	U
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And the old man showed him acres wide	T
That would be Jane's dower as a bride	T
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Then spoke of the cousin poor but fair	Q
Her eyes of blue and her golden hair	Q
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She'll hae na flocks and she'll hae na laund	T
She'll hae na fortune rich and graund	T
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But gin she stood in her scanty dress	V
Would man o' mettle luve her less	V
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The lad's heart warmed to the logic old	T
What worth has land What worth has gold	T
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Compared with the light in Katie's eyes	W
What worth was aught beneath the skies	W
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Jane courted briskly day by day	T
If he walked out she walked his way	T
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Did he sit him down to rest awhile	X
She looked his way with tender smile	X
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Did he try to get a word with Kate	T
Jane was there like the hand of fate	T
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One day it chanced as he rode to mill	U
He met with Kate just under the hill	U
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Would she mount beside him ride along	Y
Yes if he felt 'twould not be wrong	Y
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He helped her up with a trembling arm	Z
Surely the day is close and warm	A2
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Whoa mare steady there's no need for haste	T
With two soft arms about his waist	T
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Neil shame on him pressed Kate's finger tips	B2
Then turned about and pressed her lips	B2
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All over the road the blossoms white	T
Scattered themselves in sheer delight	T
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A bird flew singing a tender rhyme	C2
Of meadow mate and nesting time	C2
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The world looked beautiful in the glow	G
That heaven flung on the hills below	G
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Ah me if that ride could but last a week	D2
Her gold hair blowing against his cheek	D2
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The road to the mill says worldly wise	W
Nay nay the road to Paradise	E2
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Travel it once if you wish to know	G
Something of heaven here below	G
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Though your eyes grow dim and locks grow white	T
You'll not forget this journey quite	T
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But Neil must go to the old home place	F
Meet his stern father face to face	F
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Altho' his cheek was a trifle pale	F2
Boldly enough he told his tale	F2
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He would marry Kate and Kate alone	G2
He could not love the other one	H2
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Her eyes were crooked her hair was red	T
Freckles over her face were spread	T
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And the whole world held no lass for him	A
But Kate Then laughed the old man grim	A
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Your mither she was a stubborn lass	K
Self willed handsome but let that pass	K
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In a' oor battles 'twas she who won	H2
And Neil you're juist your mither's son	H2
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But I hae na lived these mony days	I2
Wi'oot walking in wisdom's ways	I2
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I saw your Kate and like't her weel	F2
In luiks she's like your mither Neil	F2
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The same blue een and the same gowd hair	Q
But no sae fair Neil no sae fair	Q
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I tou'd your uncle to let Kate be	J2
The lassie poor o' low degree	J2
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And gie ye at once to understand	T
'Twas Jane who owned baith flocks and land	T
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Why gie mysel' sic a senseless task	K2
I wunner lad ye've hairt tae ask	K2
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Gin ye was driven ye wouldna' move	L2
Too stubborn to even fa' in luve	L2
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Like a' the Campbells ye'll hae your way	T
Your mither has hers every day	T
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'Tis prood ye should be upon my word	T
Tak' time to yoursel' and thank the Lord	T
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For plans that gat ye a bonny bride	T
An' heaps o' wardly gear beside	T
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Ah thankful enough was Neil that day	T
Joy flashed in his eager eyes of gray	T
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'Twas not for the land not for the gold	T
Not for the flocks that slept in fold	T
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Not for the wealth the worldly gear	M2
But something wonderful sweet and dear	M2
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Thank heaven he cried with a glow and thrill	F2
Thank heaven for the day I rode to mill	F2

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