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"O traveller, see where the red sparks rise," / (Fly away, my heart, fly away) / But dark is the mist in the traveller's eyes. / (Fly away, my heart, fly away) / "O traveller, see far down the gorge, / The crimson light from my father's forge-" / (Fly away, my heart, fly away)
"O traveller, hear how the anvils ring"; / (Fly away, my heart, fly away) / But the traveller heard, ah, never a thing: / (Fly away, my heart, fly away) / "O traveller, loud do the bellows roar, / And my father waits by the smithy door-" / (Fly away, my heart, fly away)
"O traveller, see you thy true love's grace," / (Fly away, my heart, fly away) / And now there is joy in the traveller's face: / (Fly away, my heart, fly away) / Oh, wild does he ride through the rain and mire, / To greet his love by the smithy fire -- / (Fly away, my heart, fly away)