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MYSTERIES :
Then he called his sons around him,
And he spake again and cried:
“ Seven times a clansman’s bowshot
Lay me from the Leny’s side.
“ Where the plain to westward sinketh,
Lay me in my tartan plaid,
All uncovered to the tempest,
In my hand my trusty blade.”
Hardly had he spake the order,
When his spirit passed away ;
And his sons their heads uncovered
As they bore him o’er the brae.
Seven times did Phail McAlpine
Bend his mighty bow of yew ;
Seven times with lightning swiftness
West the wingéd arrow flew.
Seven times a clansman’s bowshot
From the Leny’s western shore,
Laid they him where on to Achray
Spread the plain of Ian Vohr.
Hard by Teith’s tumultuous waters
Camped his sons throughout the night,
Till the rosy blush of morning
Showed a vast majestic sight.