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| | Aileen the Huntress |
 | | The gem-fasten'd falluinn is dash'd on the bawn-- One spring o'er the tall fence--and Aileen is gone; But morning's rous'd echoes to the deep dells proclaim The course of that wild stag, the dogs, and the dame! |
 | | By Ard-na greach [8] mountain, and Avonmore's head, To the Earl's proud pavilion the panting deer fled-- Where Desmond's tall clansmen spread banners of pride, And rush'd to the battle, and gloriously died! |
 | | The huntress is coming, slow, breathless, and pale, Her raven locks streaming all wild in the gale; She stops--and the breezes bring balm to her brow-- But wolf-dog and wild deer, oh! |
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