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...in, Scotland more lovely by hi, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar. " The bride-killed the goblet ; the knight took it up, He quaffed off...wine, and he threw down the cup. She looked down to blufh, and (he looked up to figh, With a \n lit' on her lips, and a teat in her eye. He took her foft...

...— And now am I come, with this lost love of mine, To lead but one measure, drin.k one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far,...kissed the goblet ; the knight took it up, He quaffed oft' the wine, and he threw down the cup. She looked down to blush, and she looked np to sigh, With...

...fen, And, with their cries discontent mix'd, Grumbled and yelled the pipes betwixt." writing nonsense. She looked down to blush, and she looked up to sigh, With a smile on her lips, and a tear in her eye. The senseless inanity of such lines but felt by parody. Let us try another: She. looked down to eat,...

...— And now am I come, with this lost love of mine, To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine : There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochmvar." The bride kissed the goblet ; the knight took it up, He quaffed oft' the wine, and he threw...

...— And now am I come, with this lost love of mine, To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far,...bride to the young Lochinvar." The bride kissed the goblrt ; the. knight took it up, He quaffed off t)\c wine, and he. threw down the cup. She looked down...

...— And now am I come, with this lost love of mine, ,To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far,...gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar." The bride kiss'd the goblet ; the knight took it up, He quaff'd off the wine, and he threw down the cup ; She...

...tide;— And now am I come, with this lost love of mine To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far,...gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar." The bride kiss'd the goblet: the knight took it up, He quaff'd off the wine, and he threw down the cup. She look'd...

...up ; He quaff 'd off the wine, and he threw down the cup. She look'd down to blush, and she look'd up to sigh, With a smile on her lips, and a tear in her eye ; He took her soft hand e'er her mother could bar, Now tread we a measure said young Lochinvar ; So stately his form, and so...

...more lovely hy far, That would gladly he hride to the young Lochinvar.'-' The hride kissed the gohlet; the knight took it up, He quaffed off the wine, and he threw down the cup. She looked down to hlush, and she looked up to sigh, With a smile on her lips, and a tear in her eye. He took her soft...