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III
Farewell! By Fate's ordainingThe Parting Hour has come!
Yet, Brothers, uncomplaining
We pass to our New Home.
Some wistful tears it may be
Gather and dim the eye;
Yet it's Spring-Tide's here a-smiling,
As we bid the Last Goodbye!
Ah! it's Spring, and the Hope Spring bears us,
That speed us on our way,
As the Old drifts into the New Life
This burgeoning April Day!
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As the rhymes of the old times go!
Fresh Life's i' the air
That awaits us there
Our Youth to renew!
Cry a Health to You!
With a Hey Nonny O!
Nonny, Nonny!
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