All in the Trossachs' glen was still,
Noontide was sleeping on the hill:
490 Sudden his guide whooped loud and high-
"Murdoch! was that a signal cry?"
He stammered forth-"I shout to scare
Yon raven from his dainty fare."
He looked-he knew the raven's prey,
495 His own brave steed-"Ah! gallant gray!
For thee-for me, perchance
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