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LORD ULLIN’S DAUGHTER.
A Chieftain to the Highlands bound,
Cries, “Boatman, do not tarry!
And I’ll give thee a silver pound,
To row us o’er the ferry.”
“Now who be ye, would cross Lockgyle,
This dark and stormy water?”
“Oh, I’m the Chief of Ulva’s Isle,
And this Lord Ullin’s daughter.”