| 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 fairy mats
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| full of berries and
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| 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 fairy hand in hand
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| for the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.
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| Where the wandering water
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| gushes from the hills above glen-Car,
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| in the 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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| from ferns than drop their tears.
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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 fairy, hand in hand
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| For the world’s more full of weeping 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 no more hear the lowing
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| Of the cows on the warm hillside
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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 fairy, hand in hand
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| For the world’s more full of weeping than he can understand |