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Where dips the rocky highland
Of Slueth Wood in the lake,
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsey water rats;
There we've hif our faery vats
Full of berries
And of reddest stolen cherries

Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than yee can understand

Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim grey sands with light
Far off by furthest rosses
We foot it all the night,
Weaving olden dances
Mingling hands anf mingling glances
Till t