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A little lad was he / Who loved a fisher maid in Brittany, / Where sands stretch flat and wide / When ebbs the tide, / Smooth as a threshing floor, / And there they played, young Véronique and Pierre, / Along the shore.
Often they used to walk / Hand fast in hand, / And laughed and kissed, / Lost in such heavenly talk / That spirits there, / Who dwelt in sunny places in the mist, / Drew very near to Véronique and Pierre, / And the shrill curlews cried, / And there were rainbow castles in the foam / Where seawites died.