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O I shall never see you more.

The northern winds will blow in vain

Brave and heart-easing off the shore.

You will not sail with them again.

I shall not see you wait for me

Where on the beach the dulse is brown,

Nor hear at night across the sea

Your chorus of the Nighean doun.

Are you so easy handled now

That Flanders soil can keep you still

Although the northern breezes blow

All day across the fairy's hill?

And can an alien lowland clay

Hold fast your soul and body too,

Or will you rise and come away

To where our friendship waits for you?