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The Brownie of Bodsbeck, and Other Tales (Vol. 2 of 2)

Chapter 9 No.9

Word Count: 1014    |    Released on: 01/12/2017

eylan

round, an' se

about the

e ground is

green ring

e pray'd, and t

ng Moon was

sits at the

e is pale a

s claspit i

yis on her

ze of feire

s to the Ei

e sung her

to charm the

little wild

ling is in

e heard the

leaves come th

heard their

rops tinkli

d huntsmen f

e band was

cheike, some

d nouthir n

e ee in hi

like ane g

was like ane

e rounde an

e held ane

y toutit as

ho! The K

eird-hill! h

wee hare o

it o'er t

all bear th

an and h

raid, and K

the moore

le wee hare

shall ne

round, with ho

ng hail we'

o! The Ke

and dead a

ir collarit p

s, an' like

it tungis were

owe firled at

troopis of t

wore ane

e greine like t

the web of t

t by the coal

troop o' th

milk-white ba

mooned and th

ang, an' the

e lightly r

e sound of ane

the greene-woo

Mouly! Ho,

o'er steep

ouly! Ho,

hare anot

and over

ne and d

and moore,

ollow, fo

dewy val

er and o

uds and clef

ollow, fo

dame shall y

er lilli-l

ouly! Ho,

hare anot

huntsmen sca

o! for Key

rbs were lig

g echoes we

d into the

ire boundi

ld serve the

e wee hare o'

he knew, an'

with panti

oundis are

wheepling th

und the Eil

ild huntsmen

e night was

cleft these h

right, and th

chace o'er m

arksome shade

nd yowle, an

e little

ly o'er the

came youffin

hey could wi

huntsmen's

chace, but s

ho! The K

n' death, or

claspit the

r wilde was

round, and se

about the

ll near and

he matronis

pressit, and a

wee hare o'

r aince, they m

scream throu

was like ane

piercit in

behelde ane

he newly d

beside the

the elfin

e toil the

wee hare was

stly huntsme

and whoo, an

ounde was h

round they h

beneath the

ee leveret f

into the m

it in her

round, came h

nd neigh, and

hounde stood

m back full

round, and se

about the

the hare wit

ce and add

the hare wit

g reide het

ithin her k

r hymn and

eventh time r

ng to his par

o! The Key

fairy m

lost, a ma

un lie aman

n grow as gra

nd die, and

o! The Ke

like the m

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