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Stolen child
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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 fairy vats
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Full of berries
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And of reddest stolen cherries.
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Chorus:
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Come away, oh 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
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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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While the world is full of troubles
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And is anxious in its sleep.
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Chorus
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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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Stolen child
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| Loreena McKennitt |
