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THE RED LUSMORE.
I
The snow is on the mountains high,The bloom has left the heather,
But laughing spring will soon be nigh,
And summer's golden weather;
Then many a vale we'll wander o'er,
Whose streams leap glad and fleetly,
And many a glen of red lusmore
That shines in June so sweetly.
II
What makes me love the lusmores gay,With all their bright bells round them?
My dear one's lips are red as they,
And sweet as bee e'er found them;
And oh! it shines by torrents hoar,
In haunts of sprite and fairy,
Where many an hour in days of yore,
I dreamt of one like Mary.
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III
While purple decks its gorgeous bellsI'll never seek a new love;
In summer time, where'er it dwells,
I'll wander with my true love;
And aye I'll kiss her o'er and o'er,
And vow my fond vows meetly,
In fairy glens of red lusmore,
That shines in June so sweetly.
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