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"O haste thee, haste!" the lady cries,
Though tempests round us gather;
I'll meet the raging of the skies,
But not an angry father."—
Though tempests round us gather;
I'll meet the raging of the skies,
But not an angry father."—
The boat has left a stormy land,
A stormy sea before her,—
When, oh! too strong for human hand,
The tempest gather'd o'er her.—
A stormy sea before her,—
When, oh! too strong for human hand,
The tempest gather'd o'er her.—
And still they row'd amidst the roar
Of waters fast prevailing:
Lord Ullin reach'd that fatal shore,
His wrath was changed to wailing.—
Of waters fast prevailing:
Lord Ullin reach'd that fatal shore,
His wrath was changed to wailing.—
For sore dismay'd, through storm and shade,
His child he did discover:—
One lovely hand she stretch'd for aid,
And one was round her lover.
His child he did discover:—
One lovely hand she stretch'd for aid,
And one was round her lover.
"Come back! come back!" he cried in grief,
"Across this stormy water:
And I'll forgive your Highland chief,
My daughter—oh my daughter!"—
"Across this stormy water:
And I'll forgive your Highland chief,
My daughter—oh my daughter!"—
'Twas vain: the loud waves lash'd the shore,
Return or aid preventing:—
The waters wild went o'er his child,
And he was left lamenting.
Return or aid preventing:—
The waters wild went o'er his child,
And he was left lamenting.
