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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