Haste not thine wisdom, for the hollow is ta`en - By whom, know I not: `lack! am I of twain - And as a crux - cede I my words - * Fro` my heart wilt thou ne`er Have I been `sooth sinsyne. * Be left without - come! * Thine voice is oh so sweet I speer thine pine, * Ryking for me: Ryking for thee; * "List and heed", thou say`st Whistful, whistful - * Chancing to lure. Chancing to lure, Skirl and skreigh, but for thine ears, aye, lown `tis - Dodge na `way herefro, do come here in eath! Mayhap lured by the scent of lote - `Od! - the foetid - eft hie back I mote; For what I did my soul atrounced, * How I wish for thee again, O! do believe me, `twasn`t a frounce. * Will I give thee it: Troth. * Thine voice is oh so sweet I speer thine pine, * Ryking for me: Ryking for thee; * "List and heed", thou say`st Whistful, whistful - * Chancing to lure. Chancing to lure, Skirl and skreigh, but for thine ears, aye, lown `tis - Dodge na `way herefro, do come here in eath!
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