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[ti:Stolen Chaild] |
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[ar:Loreena McKennitt] |
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[al:A Mummers' Dance Through Ireland] |
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Where dips the rocky highland |
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Of Sleuth Wood in the lake |
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There lies a leafy island |
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Where flapping herons wake |
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The drowsy water-rats |
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There we've hid our faery vats |
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Full of berries |
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And of reddest stolen cherries |
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Come away, O human child |
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To the waters and the wild |
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With a faery, hand in hand |
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For the world's more full of weeping |
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Than you can understand. |
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Where the wave of moonlight glosses |
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The dim grey sands with light |
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By far off furthest Rosses |
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We foot it all the night |
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Weaving olden dances |
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Mingling hands and mingling glances |
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Till the moon has taken flight |
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To and fro we leap |
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And chase the frothy bubbles |
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Whilst the world is full of troubles |
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And is anxious in its sleep. |
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Come away, O human child |
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To the waters and the wild |
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With a faery, hand in hand |
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For the world's more full of weeping |
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Than you can understand. |
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Where the wandering water gushes |
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From the hills above Glen-Car |
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In pools among the rushes |
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That scarce could bathe a star |
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We seek for slumbering trout |
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And whispering in their ears |
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Give them unquiet dreams |
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Leaning softly out |
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From ferns that drop their tears |
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Over the young streams |
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Come away, O human child |
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To the waters and the wild |
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With a faery, hand in hand |
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For the world's more full of weeping |
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Than you can understand. |
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Away with us he's going |
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The solemn-eyed |
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He'll hear no more the lowing |
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Of the calves on the warm hillside |
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Or the kettle on the hob |
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Sing peace into his breast |
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Or see the brown mice bob |
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Round and round the oatmeal chest. |
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For he comes, the human child |
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To the waters and the wild |
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With a faery, hand in hand |
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For the world's more full of weeping |
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Than you can understand. |