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THE EARLY SUMMER WEATHER.
He loved her; ay, and she loved him,
Or I am far mistaken:
I little thought, a while ago,
To hear he was forsaken.
I saw them very often then,
They used to stray together,
Below the woods on yonder hill,
In the early summer weather.
Or I am far mistaken:
I little thought, a while ago,
To hear he was forsaken.
I saw them very often then,
They used to stray together,
Below the woods on yonder hill,
In the early summer weather.
She gave him up, as they tell me,
To please her lady mother:
They say she's to be married soon
To some rich lord or other.
And now the poor lad strays alone,
Where once they strayed together;
O, but a fair dream passed away,
With the early summer weather!
To please her lady mother:
They say she's to be married soon
To some rich lord or other.
And now the poor lad strays alone,
Where once they strayed together;
O, but a fair dream passed away,
With the early summer weather!
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