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Rh My darling, my darling, what glamour is upon you That you find for your gaze satisfaction and content In the charms of that colleen, with her black snaky ringlets, Her red lips contemptuous, and her gloomy brows so bent?

The fairies, the fairies, from her blue eyes were peeping; They blew her hair about you, so you were lost, my dear. With their charms and enchantments they lured and waylaid you, So my love cannot comfort and my presence cannot cheer.