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Sir Neil and Glengyle.
In yonder Isle, beyond Argyle,
Where flocks and herds were plenty,
Lived a rich 'Squire, whose sister fair
Was the flower of all that country.
A Knight, Sir Neil, had wooed her long,
Expecting soon to marry;
A young Highland Laird his suit prefer’d,
Young, handsome, brisk and airy.
Where flocks and herds were plenty,
Lived a rich 'Squire, whose sister fair
Was the flower of all that country.
A Knight, Sir Neil, had wooed her long,
Expecting soon to marry;
A young Highland Laird his suit prefer’d,
Young, handsome, brisk and airy.
Long she respected brave Sir Neil,
Because he wooed sincerely,
But as soon as she saw the young Glengyle,
He won her most entirely;
Till some lies unto her brother came,
That Neil had boasted proudly,
Of favours from that Lady young,
Which made him vow thus rudely.
Because he wooed sincerely,
But as soon as she saw the young Glengyle,
He won her most entirely;
Till some lies unto her brother came,
That Neil had boasted proudly,
Of favours from that Lady young,
Which made him vow thus rudely.
I swear by all our friendship past,
Before this hour next morning.
This Knight or me shall breathe our last,
He shall know who he’s scorning.
To meet on the shore where the loud waves roar,
In a challenge he defied him:
Ere the sun was up, these young men met,
No living creature nigh them.
Before this hour next morning.
This Knight or me shall breathe our last,
He shall know who he’s scorning.
To meet on the shore where the loud waves roar,
In a challenge he defied him:
Ere the sun was up, these young men met,
No living creature nigh them.
