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Lassie From Loch Lomond
O're the rock strewn shores of Loch Lomond, upon the glaciered northern rock, A lonely, barren, desolate stand, refuge to ancient Gaelic stock. In this land o're grown with heath, tween' a realm named Rannoch Liath, On a misty, dreary cairn, There lived a lassie near the peaks, whose life of toil was one forlorn. Sheltered in her little cabin warm, protected from the highland storm - Just a lowly peasant serf - Whose kin was of this barren earth. A lovely lass, her hair of gold, imprisoned in a life on hold - she could not run, Nor could she hide; Her life of drudgery she would abide. Yet, hoping to abscond this highland moor, and this desolate, barren scape, Pleading for an opportunity, a sanction to escape. Villagers said, they saw her go that bitter night - carrying a lantern with her, ascending to the heights. They said they didn't stop her, they thought she went for wood; no one ever saw her, vanishing that night. aabb July 31, 2016
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