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Dark Lily without blame, Not upon us the shame, Whose sires were to the Auld Alliance true, They, by the Maiden's side, Victorious fought and died, One stood by thee that fiery torment through, Till the White Dove from thy pure lips had passed, And thou wert with thine own Limer at the last. Modified text orginally written by Andrew Lang |
