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Rh Wrapped around in dress she wore; Her children to the river carried, In converse with the water tarried; 'Oh, river Dunai, gentle river, I my sons to thee deliver, Thou'lt swaddle them and wrap them, Thy little waves will lap them, Thy yellow sands will cherish them, Thy flowing waters nourish them.'