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But ah her brow betrays a soul
 As deep as soul can be;
And dearer to that soul than life
 Is gallant Duncan Lee!
"Where? where?" she cries,
 "My Duncan, art thou roving?
The hour is past,—but yet
 I cannot doubt thy loving."

And now there moves a gallant form.
 Within the Castle hall;
It hurries on with eager bound
 Beyond the Castle wall:
'Tis Duncan Lee, the wealthy heir
 To all Cathullin's lands;
Whose name and tartan keep their place.
 Among the kilted bands.
The sire hath listen'd to his son,
 The son hath fondly sued;
The laird hath given the boy his will
 To wed the one he's woo'd,
Who still is crying, "Where,
 My Duncan, art thou roving?
The hour is past,—but yet
 I cannot doubt thy loving."

And now the foot of Duncan Lee
 Is dashing through the heather;
And now the moon peeps out, and finds
 The beauteous pair together.
Oh! what hallow'd bliss is there,
 What rapture in their greeting!
His face is flushed with doting joy,
 Her heart is wildly beating.
And soft he whispers in her ear,
 "To-morrow thou shalt be,
Before the face of heaven and earth,
 The bride of Duncan Lee!"

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