Master of the Highlands - Page 53

“He was a fey lad and not so old With hair spun from rings of gold.

Upon Letterfinlay soil he did land, Claiming he came from a future grand.

A MacMartin lad who knew no fear, Clan Cameron took and held him dear.

Lochaber lasses still grieve for the lad,

A MacMartin hero in Cameron plaid. ”


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