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Master of the Highlands





“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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