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472 THE GOLDEN TREASURY OF |
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Ah ! little think the keeners lonely They weep some time-worn fairy only. Shuheen sho, lulo lo !
Within our magic halls of brightness Trips many a foot of snowy whiteness ; Stolen maidens, queens of fairy, And kings and chiefs a sleagh s/iie,1 airy. Shuheen sho> lulo lo !
Rest thee, babe ! I love thee dearly, And as thy mortal mother nearly; Ours is the swiftest steed and proudest, That moves where the tramp of the host is loudest; Shuheen sho, lulo lo !
Rest thee, babe ! for soon thy slumbers Shall flee at the magic keol shie's* numbers; In airy bower I'll watch thy sleeping, Where branchy trees to the breeze are sweeping Shuheen sho, lulo lo ! |
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1 SUagk'shie, fairy host. 8 Keol shie, fairy music. |
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