The Land of the Hills and the Glens 



desolate shore in view, and dodging here and there through 

 mine-strewn waters, where in the end she met her doom. 



And I think she must often have wished to feel the heave 

 of the Atlantic and to see the sun rise from behind Ben More, 

 or sink of a summer night behind the rocks of lonely Barra 

 Head. 



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