| The Lad Made King |
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| The Son of Lir |
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| At early day |
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| I heard a trout leap |
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| Through dark ravines of cloud the dawning broke |
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| I saw you, Love, from the sheepfield that is white |
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| Concobar |
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| High in the whitish speckling of the dawn |
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| Men of the Northern Half, a fiery track |
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| The Hole-and-cornering gusts rattled from bolt |
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