D O N' T T R E A D
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"Why lies the mighty serpent here,
Let him who knoweth tell;
Let him who knoweth tell;
With its head to the land, and its huge tail near
The shore of the fair Loch Nell?
Why lies it here? Not here alone--
But far to the East and West;
But far to the East and West;
The wonder-working snake is known,
A mighty god, confessed.
And here the mighty god was known
In Europe's early morn;
In Europe's early morn;
In view of Cruachan's triple cone,
Before John Bull was born.
And worship knew, on Celtic ground,
With trumpets, drums, and bugles;
With trumpets, drums, and bugles;
Before a trace in Lorn was found
Of Campbells and MacDougalls.
And here the serpent lies in pride,
His hoary tale to tell;
His hoary tale to tell;
And rears his mighty head beside