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Ooh, ooh, ooh, oh, oh.

One November night, a woman, coming home late at the hour of the dead, grew tired and sat down to rest when a young man came up and talked to her

wait a bit and you will see the most

beautiful dancing you ever looked on

there by the side of the hill

she looked at him steadily

why are you so sad

and as pale as if you were dead

look well at me do you not know me?

Yes, I know him now.

You were young greening that was drowned last year when out fishing.

What are you here for?

Look at the size of the hill and you will see why I'm here and she looked and saw a great company dancing to sweet music

and among them all the dead who had died as long as she could remember men women and children all in white

and their faces were pale as the moonlight.

Now, run for your life, for if once the fairies bring you into the dance,

you will never be able to leave them anymore.

But while they were talking, the fairies came up and danced round her in a circle joining their hands,

and she fell to the ground in a faint and knew no more till she woke up in the morning, in her

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