DUNCAN LEE.
The Owl hath left its hiding-place,
The mist is o'er the sea;
And wistfully a maiden's eyes.
Look out for Duncan Lee.
The one who seeks the meeting-spot.
Is not the child of pride;
She has no circlet round her arm,
No greyhound by her side.
The mist is o'er the sea;
And wistfully a maiden's eyes.
Look out for Duncan Lee.
The one who seeks the meeting-spot.
Is not the child of pride;
She has no circlet round her arm,
No greyhound by her side.
123
