Peak And Puke
From his cradle in the glamourie They have stolen my wee brother, Roused a changeling in his swaddlings For to fret mine own poor mother. Pules it in the candle light Wi' a cheek so lean and white, Chinkling up its eyne so wee, Wailing shrill at her an' me. It we'll neither rock nor tend Till the Silent Silent send, Lapping in their waesome arms Him they stole with spells and charms, Till they take this changeling creature Back to its own fairy nature - Cry! Cry! as long as may be, Ye shall ne'er be woman's baby!
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"From his cradle in the glamourie..."
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