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Up the airy mountain, |
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Down the rushy glen, |
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We daren't go a-hunting |
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For fear of little men; |
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Wee folk, good folk, |
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Trooping all together; |
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Green jacket, red cap, |
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And white owl's feather! |
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Down along the rocky shore |
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Some make their home, |
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They live on crispy pancakes |
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Of yellow tide-foam; |
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Some in the reeds |
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Of the black mountain lake, |
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With frogs for their watch-dogs, |
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All night awake. |
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High on the hill-top |
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The old King sits; |
| [00:43.17] |
He is now so old and gray |
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He's nigh lost his wits. |
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With a bridge of white mist |
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Columbkill he crosses, |
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On his stately journeys |
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From Slieveleague to Rosses; |
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Or going up with music |
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On cold starry nights |
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To sup with the Queen |
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Of the gay Northern Lights. |
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They stole little Bridget |
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For seven years long; |
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When she came down again |
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Her friends were all gone. |
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They took her lightly back, |
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Between the night and morrow, |
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They thought that she was fast asleep, |
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But she was dead with sorrow. |
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They have kept her ever since |
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Deep within the lake, |
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On a bed of flag-leaves, |
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Watching till she wake. |
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By the craggy hill-side, |
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Through the mosses bare, |
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They have planted thorn-trees |
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For pleasure here and there. |
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If any man so daring |
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As dig them up in spite, |
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He shall find their sharpest thorns |
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In his bed at night. |
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Up the airy mountain, |
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Down the rushy glen, |
| [01:52.60] |
We daren't go a-hunting |
| [01:55.23] |
For fear of little men; |
| [01:57.63] |
Wee folk, good folk, |
| [01:59.31] |
Trooping all together; |
| [02:02.46] |
Green jacket, red cap, |
| [02:05.52] |
And white owl's feather! |
