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 THE RUSHES

rushes nod by the river

As the winds on the loud waves go,

And the things they nod of are many,

For it's many the secret they know.

And I think they are wise as the fairies

Who lived ere the hills were high,

They nod so grave by the river

To everyone passing by.

If they would tell me their secrets

I would go by a hidden way,

To the rath when the moon retiring

Dips dim horns into the gray.

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