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'Come Back! come back!' he cried in grief,
'Aeross this stormy water:
And I'll forgive your Highland chief,
My daughter!—Oh! my daughter!
'Twas vain! the loud waves lash'd the shore,
Return or aid preventing:
The waters wild went o'er his ehild—
And he was left lamenting. Campbell.
YOUNG LOCHINVAR.
Oh, young Lochinvar is eome out of the west!
Through all the wide border his steed was the best:
And save his good broad-sword he weapon had none,
He rode all unarm'd, and he rode all alone!
So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war,
There never was knight like the young Lochinvar!
He staid not for brake, and he stopp'd not for stone,
He swam the Esk river where ford there was none—
But, ere he alighted at Netherby gate,
The bride had eonsented, the gallant came late:
For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war,
Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar!
So boldly he entered the Netherby hall,
'Mong bride's men, and kinsmen, and brothers and all!
Then spoke the bride's father, his hand on his sword—
For the poor craven bridegroom said never a word—
'O, come ye in peace here, or eome ye in war?
Or to dance at our bridal? young Lord Loehinvar!
I long woo'd your daughter, my suit you denied:
Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide!
And now I am come with this lost love of mine,
