The Rauk o' the hills and the mist o' the mountains

The scenting Hounds pursued
The hasty Hare of foot:
The silly Beast to scape the Dogs
Did jump upon a root.

The rotten scrag it burst,
From cliff to seas he fell:
Then cried the Hare, ‘Unhappy me,
For now perceive I well

‘Both Land and Sea pursue
And hate the hurtless Hare:
And eke the doggèd skies aloft,
If so the Dog be there.’
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