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Twice had the snow been on the
hills,
And twice the soft spring rain,
When Allan Douglas bent his way
To his native land again.
More healthful glowed his hollow cheek,
His step was firm and free,
And he brought a fair Italian girl
His bonny bride to be.
But darkly sneered his brother cold,
When he saw that maiden fair,
"Is a foreign minion come to wed
The Highland chieftain's heir?"
And darkly gloomed the mother's brow
As she said, "Am I so old,
That a stranger must so soon come here
The castle keys to hold?"
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