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Colmar look'd with averted stare
On the good father kneeling there;
But deeming him below reply,
He only hemm'd, and strode him by.
Then, taking Eiden by the hand,
He led him forth along the strand,
Heaving his ample shield in air,
And wildly shaking his white hair;
And with deep sobs and laughter blent,
He wept, and shouted as he went,
“Who buckles brand on brigantine,
To follow Uiston's son and mine?
The top of Albyn's royal tree!
Who's for King Eiden and for me?”