Page:Ballads, Stevenson, 1890.djvu/83

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And it fell on the morrow's morning,
In the fiercest of the fight,
That the Cameron bit the dust
280As he foretold at night;
And far from the hills of heather,
Far from the isles of the sea,
He sleeps in the place of the name
As it was doomed to be.


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