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...
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