"I well believe," the maid replied,
As her light skiff approached the side,
455 "I well believe, that ne'er before
Your foot has trod Loch Katrine's shore;
But yet, as far as yesternight,
Old Allan-bane foretold your plight,
A gray-haired sire, whose eye intent
460 Was on the visioned future bent.note
He saw your steed, a da
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