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Reared in those dwellings have brave ones been;

Brave ones are still there;

Forth fro pure linen,

And, like the linen, the souls were clean

Of thes be with ye, both now and aye,

Dear huold can buy

Nor time wither

Peace be to thee and thy children, O Skye!

Dearest of Islands!"

"That is not one of your fisher songs, David?"

"Na, na; it is a sang ie learned it to please her I dinna thinkI ever heard" The ave the English words with her own

patois, the beauty and si was by no means injured

"Put by the books, David," said Allan "I have no heart now for

dry-as-dust lessons Let us speak of Maggie How is she going to live when

you go to Glasgow?"

"She will just bide where she is It is her ain ha her

ain folk"

"Surely she will not live alone?"

"Na, na, that wed gie occasion for ill tongues to set the to be company for her She is fayther's sister,