Retiring then, the bolt he drew,
And the lock’s murmurs growl’d anew.
Roused at the sound, from lowly bed
A captive feebly raised his head;
The wondering Minstrel look’d, and knew—
Not his dear lord, but Roderick Dhu!
For, come from where Clan-Alpine fought,
They, erring, deem’d the Chief he sought.
XIII.
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