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[It's oh, my dear, the sun shines clear]

It's oh, my dear, the sun shines clear,
And the white road's fair to see;
And it's will you follow by hill and hollow
The long white road with me?
It's love, my dear; it's joy, my dear,
Oh it's life calls, sweet and free:—
By hill and hollow, oh will you follow
The long white road with me?
What is to fear when skies are clear
And lover and lass are we?

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Then, dear, ah follow, by hill and hollow
The long white road with me!