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THE SEA FOWLER.

The baron hath the landward park, the fisher hath the sea,
But the rocky haunts of the sea-fowl belong alone to me.
The baron hunts the running deer, the fisher nets the brine;
But every bird that builds a nest on ocean-cliffs is mine.
Come on then, Jock and Alick, let's to the sea-rocks bold:
I was trained to take the sea-fowl ere I was five years old.
The wild sea roars, and lashes the granite crags below;
And round the misty islets the loud strong tempests blow.
And let them blow! Roar wind and wave, they shall not me dismay;
I've faced the eagle in her nest and snatched her young away.
The eagle shall not build her nest, proud bird although she be,
Nor yet the strong-winged cormorant, without the leave of me.

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The eider-duck has laid her eggs, the tern doth hatch her young,
And the merry gull screams o'er her brood; but all to me belong.
Away, then, in the daylight, and back again ere eve;
The eagle could not rear her young, unless I gave her leave.
The baron hath the landward park, the fisher hath the sea;
But the rocky haunts of the sea-fowl belong alone to me.