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[Farewell to Naushon, but we ne'er can forget]
Farewell to Naushon, but we ne'er can forgetThe days that flew swiftly away,
The few happy days when we merrily met,
Through the green lanes and forests to stray.
On her pony to ride, in her hammock to swing,
A bright party of eight were we,
O'er her calm waves to row, in her bowers to sing;—
Like the birds we were joyous and free.
1843.
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