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II.
At last the very fort withinMcDonnel and his vassals stood:
“Now,” cried the ruffian, “we begin
The sacrifice of blood:
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Who nightly near the bridge have ward;
Lest groan of any wretch expiring,
Should rouse their startled watch enquiring.”
'Twas said—-they darted fleet away,
Upon the unsuspicious prey;
The wave was loud, the wind was high;
The owl scarce heard their feeble cry;
The shivering lip, and closing eye,
Ask faintly wherefore thus they die!
Confus'd they sink—-and know not why:
And now, McDonnel, lives not one,
To tell that such a deed was done!
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