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There's many a strong farmer	A
Whose heart would break in two	B
If he could see the townland	C
That we are riding to	C
Boughs have their fruit and blossom	D
At all times of the year	E
Rivers are running over	A
With red beer and brown beer	E
An old man plays the bagpipes	F
In a golden and silver wood	C
Queens their eyes blue like the ice	G
Are dancing in a crowd	C
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The little fox he murmured	C
'O what of the world's bane '	-
The sun was laughing sweetly	H
The moon plucked at my rein	I
But the little red fox murmured	C
'O do not pluck at his rein	I
He is riding to the townland	C
That is the world's bane '	-
	-
When their hearts are so high	J
That they would come to blows	K
They unhook rheir heavy swords	L
From golden and silver boughs	M
But all that are killed in battle	N
Awaken to life again	O
It is lucky that their story	H
Is not known among men	O
For O the strong farmers	P
That would let the spade lie	J
Their hearts would be like a cup	Q
That somebody had drunk dry	J
	-
The little fox he murmured	C
'O what of the world's bane '	-
The sun was laughing sweetly	H
The moon plucked at my rcin	O
But the little red fox murmured	C
'O do not pluck at his rein	O
He is riding to the townland	C
That is the world's bane '	-
	-
Michael will unhook his trumpet	C
From a bough overhead	C
And blow a little noise	R
When the supper has been spread	C
Gabriel will come from the water	A
With a fish tail and talk	S
Of wonders that have happened	C
On wet roads where men walk	S
And lift up an old horn	O
Of hammered silver and drink	T
Till he has fallen asleep	U
Upon the starry brink	T
	-
The little fox he murmured	C
'O what of the world's bane '	-
The sun was laughing sweetly	H
The moon plucked at my rein	O
But the little red fox murmured	C
'O do not pluck at his rein	O
He is riding to the townland	C
That is the world's bane '	-

William Butler Yeats

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