The outlawed leader of an outlawed band;
I heed not that, I only joy to hear
Thy name as one the boldest hearts must fear;
Would only pray, that fate would kindly twine.
In life or death, my destiny with thine.
Alas, how vain! my love, my spirit’s pride,
A hunted lion, roves the mountain-side.
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There is a fairy spot, thou knowest it well,