hug-o-rin-o

Updated: May 13, 2025

Hug-o-rin-o, 'Tis thy undoing! Hi-ri-libhin o, Friends of my love, Hi-ri-libhin o, Do not upbraid him; He was leal Hug-o-rin-o, Chance betrayed him." Macleod's breathing came quick and hard. She had not sung the ballad of the brave MacIntyre when formerly he had seen the piece. Did she merely wish him to know, by this arch rendering of the gloomy song, that she was pursuing her Highland studies?

William Black - Macleod of Dare