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SONG XXIII. ELLEN AND I.
In Spring, when sweet cowslips adorn the green vale,
And the lark's early melody wakes the fresh morn;
When the ploughman toils hard o'er the hill and the dale,
Or joins in the chase at the sound of the horn;
Then, wearied with labour, to Ellen I fly,
And few are so happy as Ellen and I.
And the lark's early melody wakes the fresh morn;
When the ploughman toils hard o'er the hill and the dale,
Or joins in the chase at the sound of the horn;
Then, wearied with labour, to Ellen I fly,
And few are so happy as Ellen and I.
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In Summer, when nymphs to the meadows repair,
And trip round the hay-rick all joyous and gay;
When each swain whispers soft a love tale to his fair,
And mirth, love, and innocence crown the long day;
Then at noon to the shade with fair Ellen I fly,
And few are so happy as Ellen and I.
And trip round the hay-rick all joyous and gay;
When each swain whispers soft a love tale to his fair,
And mirth, love, and innocence crown the long day;
Then at noon to the shade with fair Ellen I fly,
And few are so happy as Ellen and I.
In Autumn, when plenty enlivens the scene,
And round the pil'd sheaves see the reapers all roam;
When the younkers at eve gather round on the green,
To join the fond dance and proclaim harvest home;
Then oft in the throng her sweet form I espy,
And few are so happy as Ellen and I.
And round the pil'd sheaves see the reapers all roam;
When the younkers at eve gather round on the green,
To join the fond dance and proclaim harvest home;
Then oft in the throng her sweet form I espy,
And few are so happy as Ellen and I.
In Winter, when Boreas blows keen thro' the vale,
And wither'd and leafless the trees all appear;
When round the warm hearth flies the song, jest, or tale,
To beguile the long nights in this season severe;
Then to Ellen's snug cottage transported I fly,
And few are so happy as Ellen and I.
And wither'd and leafless the trees all appear;
When round the warm hearth flies the song, jest, or tale,
To beguile the long nights in this season severe;
Then to Ellen's snug cottage transported I fly,
And few are so happy as Ellen and I.
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