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brother's place. The east was white with the moon, The west with the sun was red, And there, in the house-doorway, Stood the brother of the dead. "I have slain a man to my danger, I have slain a man to my death. I put my soul in your hands," The panting Stewart saith. "I lay it bare in your hands, For I know your hands are leal; And be you my targe and bulwark From the bullet and the steel." Then up and spoke the Cameron, And gave him his hand again: "There shall never a man in Scotland Set faith in me in vain; And whatever man you have slaughtered, Of whatever name or line, By my sword and yonder mountain, I make your quarrel mine.[1] I bid you in to my fireside, I share with you house and hall; It stands upon my honour To see you safe from all." It fell in the time of midnight, When the fox barked in the den, And the plaids were over the faces In all the houses of men, That as the living Cameron Lay sleepless on his bed, Out of the night and the other world, Came in to him the dead. "My blood is on the heather, My bones are on the hill; There is joy in the home of ravens That the young shall eat their fill. My blood is poured in the dust, My soul is spilled in the air; And the man that has undone me Sleeps in my brother's care." "I'm wae for your death, my brother, But if all of my house were dead, I couldna withdraw the plighted hand, Nor break the word once said." "O, what shall I say to our father, In the place to which I fare? O, what shall I say to our mother, Who greets to see me there? And to all the kindly Camerons That have lived and died long-syne-- Is this the word you send them, Fause-hearted brother mine?" "It's neither fear nor duty, It's neither quick nor dead, Shall gar me withdraw the plighted hand, Or break the word once said." Thrice in the time of midnight, When the fox barked in the den, And the plaids were over the faces In all the houses of men, Thrice as the living Cameron Lay sleepless on his bed, Out of the night and the other world Came in to him the dead, And cried to him for vengeance On the man that laid him low; And thrice the living Cameron Told the dead Cameron, no. "Thrice have you seen me, brother, But now shall see me no more,
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