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First Line: The owl hath left its hiding place
Last Line: Their hearts are blest in loving.


The owl hath left its hiding-place,
The mist is o'er the sea;
And wistfully her longing eyes
Look out for Duncan Lee.
The maid who seeks the meeting-spot
Is ne'er the child of pride;
She has no circlet round her arm,
No grayhound by her side.
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 restless form
Within the castle hall;
It steals from out the noisy group,
And quits the silk hung 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 listened to his son;
The son hath fondly sued;
The laird hath given the boy his will,
To wed the one he's wooed,
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 hallowed bliss is there,
What rapture in their greeting!
Her face is flushed with many a smile,
His 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!"
No more she's heard to cry,
"Where, Duncan, art thou roving?"
The bridal day is past,
Their hearts are blest in loving.





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