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A husbandman, his wife, and family.
She.
How soft is the scene!
The woodlands how green!
What charms in the nightingale's lay!
He.
Fair peace, that now reigns
On our hills and our plains,
'Tis peace bids all nature be gay.
Chorus.
'Tis peace bids all nature be gay.
She.
The distaff,
He.
The plow,
Both.
Shall employ our hands now,
For ourselves and our children alone.
He.
Secure from the foe,
We shall reap what we sow:
And the year, the whole year is our own!
Chorus.
And the year, the whole year is our own.
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