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THE TOWN
When I have to wander London
As an exile for a season
From the mistlethrush's solo,
That is madness born of reason,
How I long to hear him coaxing
The attractive little lady
He desires to share his fortune
In the oaklands green and shady!
As an exile for a season
From the mistlethrush's solo,
That is madness born of reason,
How I long to hear him coaxing
The attractive little lady
He desires to share his fortune
In the oaklands green and shady!
Were it not that gentle Fancy
Gives me glimpses of the bounty
Spread for all whose eyes and bosoms
Deeply love a wildrose county,
Hardly could I bear the roaring
Of the traffic, and the faces
Of the greedy thousands pushing
Even kinsmen from their places.
Gives me glimpses of the bounty
Spread for all whose eyes and bosoms
Deeply love a wildrose county,
Hardly could I bear the roaring
Of the traffic, and the faces
Of the greedy thousands pushing
Even kinsmen from their places.
Let me stand in adoration
Very near the simple altar
Of the country god who teaches
All the song my lips can falter.
In the town my secret Angel
Frets me constantly by reaching
Ever backward to the greenwood
That my heart is now beseeching.
Very near the simple altar
Of the country god who teaches
All the song my lips can falter.
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Frets me constantly by reaching
Ever backward to the greenwood
That my heart is now beseeching.
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