| The Travelling Tragition |
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| Shadow cloak swift as a swallow |
| Pantaloon down in the hollow |
| Dancing, his voice like a cloud |
| In the death of my night |
| Awful eyes, black Persian beggar |
| Harlequinesque, hair plaited heather |
| Stepping so lightly |
| A sprite in the house of my sight |
| 0 m’dear, travelling Tragition |
| It’s sky clear, you’re a gift from the fair folk |
