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and low laid in the mould, All under the Eildon-tree.'- 'Yet hear but my word, my noble lord! For I heard her name his name; And that lady bright, she
of Coldinghame! 'Alas! away, away!' she cried, 'For the holy Virgin's sake!'- 'Lady, I know who sleeps by thy side; But, lady, he will not awake. 'By Eildon
Sea foam clouds Roll over the trees Screams up at the crisp blue sky An ochre hue on the leaves Lamps up high illuminating the pines Eildon hills
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