SEA SPRAY &> SMOKE DRIFT 



'' If I fear, it is for thee, thy weal is dear to me, 

 Yon moor with retribution seemeth rife ; 



As we've sown so must we reap, and I've 

 started in my sleep 

 At the voice of the avenger, ' life for life.' " 



'* My arm is strong, I ween, and my trusty 

 blade is keen, 

 And the courser that I ride is swift and sure. 

 And I cannot break my oath, though to leave 

 thee I am loth, 

 There is one that I must meet upon the 

 moor." 



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Oh ! the sun shone on the lea, and the bird 

 sang merrilie, 

 Down the avenue and through the iron gate, 

 Spurr'd and belted, so he rode, steel to draw 

 and steel to goad, 

 And across the moor he gallop'd fast and 

 straight. 



Oh ! the sun shone on the lea, and the bird 



sang full of glee, 

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