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The Song of the Sword of Alan
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The Song of the Sword of Alan
This is the song of the sword of Alan:
The smith made it,
The fire set it;
Now it shines in the hand of Alan Breck.
The smith made it,
The fire set it;
Now it shines in the hand of Alan Breck.
Their eyes were many and bright,
Swift were they to behold,
Many the hands they guided:
The sword was alone.
Swift were they to behold,
Many the hands they guided:
The sword was alone.
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The dun deer troop over the hill,
They are many, the hill is one:
The dun deer vanish,
The hill remains.
They are many, the hill is one:
The dun deer vanish,
The hill remains.
Come to me from the hills of heather,
Come from the isles of the sea.
O far-beholding eagles,
Here is your meat.
Come from the isles of the sea.
O far-beholding eagles,
Here is your meat.
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