Cover my face by shroud wet with dew
Weaved with thread of moonlit
By the crone in the moon
By her wheel.
Let the shadow of my country
Be my company
In the darkness of grave.
The dancing king fisher
The placid pond
Under umbrageous shadow
The sound of falling leaves
by my company
Like a red bonny bride.
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