Little Sister, whom the Fay
		  Hides away within his doon,
		Deep below yon seeding fern,
		  Oh, list and learn my magic tune.
		
		Long ago, when snared like thee
		  By the shee, my harp and I
		O'er them wove the slumber spell,
		  Warbling well its lullaby.
		
		Till with dreamy smiles they sank,
		  Rank on rank, before the strain;
		And I rose from out the rath,
		  And found my path to earth again.
		
		Little Sister, to my woe
		  Hid below among the Shee,
		List and learn the magic tune,
		  That it full soon may succour thee.

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