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THE RED DEER
AT KILLARNEY

There are lords of the forest,
And lords of the glen,
And lords of the waters,
And lords over men.
The birds of the blue air,
The fish of the mere,
All, all have their masters
Except the red deer.

From the heights of the mountain
Where no man shall tread,
Where in furze and in bracken
The deer hath his bed,
He will swim the fair waters,
From heaven to heaven;
He is this man's at morning,
And that man's at even.

No! free as the west wind
That comes from the ocean
And tosses the bright woods
And waves to commotion—

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