'Twere long to tell what steeds gave o'er,
As swept the hunt through Cambusmore;note
What reins were tightened in despair,
105 When rose Benledi's ridge in air;note
Who flagged upon Bochastle's heath,note
Who shunned to stem the flooded Teith-
For twice that day, from shore to shore,
The gallant stag swam stoutly o'er.
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