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[The sun's going down by the sycamore tree]
The sun's going down by the sycamore tree,
The swallows fly low.
They see the gray clouds that move to and fro,
And they know what the morrow will be.
Haste, girls, haste, call up the cows,
The storm is coming on.
Haste, boys, haste, with the hay to the mows,
'Twill rain ere the dawn.
The swallows fly low.
They see the gray clouds that move to and fro,
And they know what the morrow will be.
Haste, girls, haste, call up the cows,
The storm is coming on.
Haste, boys, haste, with the hay to the mows,
'Twill rain ere the dawn.
The sun's going down, all cheerless and dim,
The swallows fly low.
Over the meadow they circle and skim.
For soon alas! it will rain they know.
Haste, girls, haste, call up the cows,
The rain will not stay.
Haste, boys, haste, with the hay to the mows,
Now up and away.
The swallows fly low.
Over the meadow they circle and skim.
For soon alas! it will rain they know.
Haste, girls, haste, call up the cows,
The rain will not stay.
Haste, boys, haste, with the hay to the mows,
Now up and away.
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“Ho! every one that thirsteth,
List to the song I sing:
Drink water, only water,
The blessed healing water,
The cool and gushing water,
Fresh from a living spring!”
List to the song I sing:
Drink water, only water,
The blessed healing water,
The cool and gushing water,
Fresh from a living spring!”
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