Chapter 6 No.6

The stag at eve had drunk his fill,

Where danced the moon on Monan's rill,note

30 And deep his midnight lair had made

In lone Glenartney's hazel shade;note

But, when the sun his beacon red

Had kindled on Benvoirlich's head,note

The deep-mouthed bloodhound's heavy bay

35 Resounded up the rocky way,

And faint, from farther distance borne,

Were heard the clanging hoof and horn.