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<lyrics>O'Driscoll drove with a song
   The wild duck and the drake
   From the tall and the tufted reeds
   Of the drear Hart Lake. 

  And he saw how the reeds grew dark
   At the coming of night-tide,
   And dreamed of the long dim hair
   Of Bridget his bride. 

  He heard while he sang and dreamed
   A piper piping away,
   And never was piping so sad,
   And never was piping so gay. 

  And he saw young men and young girls
   Who danced on a level place,
   And Bridget his bride among them,
   With a sad and a gay face. 

  The dancers crowded about him
   And many a sweet thing said,
   And a young man brought him red wine
   And a young girl white bread. 

  But Bridget drew him by the sleeve
   Away from the merry bands,
   To old men playing at cards
   With a twinkling of ancient hands. 

  The bread and the wine had a doom,
   For these were the host of the air;
   He sat and played in a dream
   Of her long dim hair. 

  He played with the merry old men
   And thought not of evil chance,
   Until one bore Bridget his bride
   Away from the merry dance. 

  He bore her away in his arms,
   The handsomest young man there,
   And his neck and his breast and his arms
   Were drowned in her long dim hair. 

  O'Driscoll scattered the cards
   And out of his dream awoke:
   Old men and young men and young girls
   Were gone like a drifting smoke; 

  But he heard high up in the air
   A piper piping away,
   And never was piping so sad,
   And never was piping so gay. 
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(c) [[Хелависа]],
стихи W.B.Yeats

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