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I	A
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The livelong day Lord Marmion rode	B
The mountain path the Palmer showed	B
By glen and streamlet winded still	C
Where stunted birches hid the rill	C
They might not choose the lowland road	B
For the Merse forayers were abroad	D
Who fired with hate and thirst of prey	E
Had scarcely failed to bar their way	E
Oft on the trampling band from crown	F
Of some tall cliff the deer looked down	F
On wing of jet from his repose	G
In the deep heath the blackcock rose	G
Sprung from the gorse the timid roe	H
Nor waited for the bending bow	I
And when the stony path began	J
By which the naked peak they wan	K
Up flew the snowy ptarmigan	K
The noon had long been passed before	L
They gained the height of Lammermoor	L
Thence winding down the northern way	E
Before them at the close of day	E
Old Gifford's towers and hamlet lay	E
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II	A
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No summons calls them to the tower	L
To spend the hospitable hour	L
To Scotland's camp the lord was gone	K
His cautious dame in bower alone	K
Dreaded her castle to unclose	G
So late to unknown friends or foes	G
On through the hamlet as they paced	M
Before a porch whose front was graced	M
With bush and flagon trimly placed	M
Lord Marmion drew his rein	K
The village inn seemed large though rude	N
Its cheerful fire and hearty food	N
Might well relieve his train	K
Down from their seats the horsemen sprung	O
With jingling spurs the courtyard rung	O
They bind their horses to the stall	P
For forage food and firing call	P
And various clamour fills the hall	P
Weighing the labour with the cost	Q
Toils everywhere the bustling host	R
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III	A
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Soon by the chimney's merry blaze	G
Through the rude hostel might you gaze	G
Might see where in dark nook aloof	S
The rafters of the sooty roof	S
Bore wealth of winter cheer	L
Of sea fowl dried and solands store	L
And gammons of the tusky boar	L
And savoury haunch of deer	L
The chimney arch projected wide	T
Above around it and beside	T
Were tools for housewives' hand	U
Nor wanted in that martial day	E
The implements of Scottish fray	E
The buckler lance and brand	U
Beneath its shade the place of state	V
On oaken settle Marmion sate	V
And viewed around the blazing hearth	W
His followers mix in noisy mirth	X
Whom with brown ale in jolly tide	T
From ancient vessels ranged aside	T
Full actively their host supplied	T
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IV	S
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Theirs was the glee of martial breast	Y
And laughter theirs at little jest	Y
And oft Lord Marmion deigned to aid	Z
And mingle in the mirth they made	Z
For though with men of high degree	L
The proudest of the proud was he	L
Yet trained in camps he knew the art	A2
To win the soldier's hardy heart	A2
They love a captain to obey	E
Boisterous as March yet fresh as May	E
With open hand and brow as free	L
Lover of wine and minstrelsy	G
Ever the first to scale a tower	L
As venturous in a lady's bower	L
Such buxom chief shall lead his host	R
From India's fires to Zembla's frost	B2
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V	L
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Resting upon his pilgrim staff	S
Right opposite the Palmer stood	C2
His thin dark visage seen but half	S
Half hidden by his hood	C2
Still fixed on Marmion was his look	D2
Which he who ill such gaze could brook	D2
Strove by a frown to quell	E2
But not for that though more than once	G
Full met their stern encountering glance	G
The Palmer's visage fell	E2
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VI	S
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By fits less frequent from the crowd	F2
Was heard the burst of laughter loud	F2
For still as squire and archer stared	G2
On that dark face and matted beard	H2
Their glee and game declined	I2
All gazed at length in silence drear	L
Unbroke save when in comrade's ear	L
Some yeoman wondering in his fear	L
Thus whispered forth his mind	I2
'Saint Mary saw'st thou e'er such sight	J2
How pale his cheek his eye how bright	J2
Whene'er the firebrand's fickle light	J2
Glances beneath his cowl	K2
Full on our lord he sets his eye	S
For his best palfrey would not I	S
Endure that sullen scowl '	-
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VII	S
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But Marmion as to chase the awe	L2
Which thus had quelled their hearts who saw	G
The ever varying firelight show	H
That figure stern and face of woe	H
Now called upon a squire	L
'Fitz Eustace know'st thou not some lay	E
To speed the lingering night away	E
We slumber by the fire '	-
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VIII	S
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'So please you ' thus the youth rejoined	M2
'Our choicest minstrel's left behind	I2
Ill may we hope to please your ear	L
Accustomed Constant's strains to hear	L
The harp full deftly can he strike	N2
And wake the lover's lute alike	N2
To dear Saint Valentine no thrush	O2
Sings livelier from a spring tide bush	P2
No nightingale her lovelorn tune	K
More sweetly warbles to the moon	K
Woe to the cause whate'er it be	L
Detains from us his melody	L
Lavished on rocks and billows stern	K
Or duller monks of Lindisfarne	K
Now must I venture as I may	E
To sing his favourite roundelay '	-
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IX	G
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A mellow voice Fitz Eustace had	Q2
The air he chose was wild and sad	Q2
Such have I heard in Scottish land	U
Rise from the busy harvest band	U
When falls before the mountaineer	L
On Lowland plains the ripened ear	L
Now one shrill voice the notes prolong	R2
Now a wild chorus swells the song	R2
Oft have I listened and stood still	C
As it came softened up the hill	C
And deemed it the lament of men	K
Who languished for their native glen	K
And thought how sad would be such sound	S2
On Susquehana's swampy ground	S2
Kentucky's wood encumbered brake	T2
Or wild Ontario's boundless lake	T2
Where heart sick exiles in the strain	K
Recalled fair Scotland's hills again	K
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X	G
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SONG	R2
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Where shall the lover rest	Y
Whom the fates sever	L
From his true maiden's breast	Y
Parted for ever	L
Where through groves deep and high	S
Sounds the far billow	H
Where early violets die	S
Under the willow	H
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CHORUS	G
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Eleu loro c Soft shall be his pillow	H
There through the summer day	E
Cool streams are laving	R2
There while the tempests sway	E
Scarce are boughs waving	R2
There thy rest shalt thou take	R2
Parted for ever	L
Never again to wake	R2
Never oh never	L
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CHORUS	G
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Eleu loro c Never oh never	L
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XI	G
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Where shall the traitor rest	Y
He the deceiver	L
Who could win maiden's breast	Y
Ruin and leave her	L
In the lost battle	U2
Borne down by the flying	R2
Where mingles war's rattle	U2
With groans of the dying	R2
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CHORUS	G
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Eleu loro c There shall he be lying	R2
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Her wing shall the eagle flap	V2
O'er the false hearted	W2
His warm blood the wolf shall lap	V2
Ere life be parted	W2
Shame and dishonour sit	X2
By his grave ever	L
Blessing shall hallow it	X2
Never oh never	L
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CHORUS	G
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Eleu loro c Never oh never	L
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XII	G
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It ceased the melancholy sound	S2
And silence sunk on all around	S2
The air was sad but sadder still	C
It fell on Marmion's ear	L
And plained as if disgrace and ill	C
And shameful death were near	L
He drew his mantle past his face	G
Between it and the band	U
And rested with his head a space	G
Reclining on his hand	U
His thoughts I scan not but I ween	K
That could their import have been seen	K
The meanest groom in all the hall	P
That e'er tied courser to a stall	P
Would scarce have wished to be their prey	L
For Lutterward and Fontenaye	S
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XIII	G
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High minds of native pride and force	G
Most deeply feel thy pangs Remorse	G
Fear for their scourge mean villains have	S
Thou art the torturer of the brave	S
Yet fatal strength they boast to steel	Y2
Their minds to bear the wounds they feel	Y2
Even while they writhe beneath the smart	A2
Of civil conflict in the heart	A2
For soon Lord Marmion raised his head	Z2
And smiling to Fitz Eustace said	Z2
'Is it not strange that as ye sung	R2
Seemed in mine ear a death peal rung	R2
Such as in nunneries they toll	A3
For some departing sister's soul	A3
Say what may this portend '	-
Then first the Palmer silence broke	R2
The livelong day he had not spoke	R2
'The death of a dear friend '	-
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XIV	S
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Marmion whose steady heart and eye	S
Ne'er changed in worst extremity	G
Marmion whose soul could scantly brook	R2
Even from his king a haughty look	R2
Whose accent of command controlled	B3
In camps the boldest of the bold	B3
Thought look and utterance failed him now	K
Fall'n was his glance and	C3