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NOW AND THEN.
O Love will make the leal heart ache
That never ached before;
And meek or merry eyes 'twill make
With solemn tears run o'er.
In tears we parted tenderly,
My Love and I lang syne;
And evermore she vowed to be
Mine own, aye mine, all mine!
That never ached before;
And meek or merry eyes 'twill make
With solemn tears run o'er.
In tears we parted tenderly,
My Love and I lang syne;
And evermore she vowed to be
Mine own, aye mine, all mine!
Sing O the tree is blossoming,
But worms are at the root;
And many a darling flower of Spring
Will never come to fruit.
We meet now in the streets of life;
All gone, the old sweet charms;
At my side leans a loving Wife;
She—passes Babe-in-arms.
But worms are at the root;
And many a darling flower of Spring
Will never come to fruit.
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All gone, the old sweet charms;
At my side leans a loving Wife;
She—passes Babe-in-arms.
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