a legend of the south.
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Then he told how he had wandered
To a distant land away,
To a fair and smiling valley,
Called the Valley of Glenstray;
To a distant land away,
To a fair and smiling valley,
Called the Valley of Glenstray;
Where he wooed an humble maiden,
And won her for his bride;
Fearing his father's anger,
But more his mother's pride,
And won her for his bride;
Fearing his father's anger,
But more his mother's pride,
He had wedded her in secret;
They had never told the tale,
Though his gentle bride grew sorrowful
While her brow grew sad and pale.
They had never told the tale,
Though his gentle bride grew sorrowful
While her brow grew sad and pale.
The beautiful and timid girl
Drooped daily by his side,
Yet still he would not claim her
As his own, his wedded bride.
Drooped daily by his side,
Yet still he would not claim her
As his own, his wedded bride.
But the Friend unto the wretched
Came swiftly to her aid,
And soon all quietly she slept
Within the church-yard's shade.
Came swiftly to her aid,
And soon all quietly she slept
Within the church-yard's shade.
