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OVER THE HILLS AND FAR AWAY.
I
From night till morn, from morn till night,My thoughts dwell with a sweet delight,
And all upon a maiden bright
Who dwells by Houra's rocky height,
Over the hills and far away,
Over the hills and far away,
I think of her both night and day,
Over the hills and far away.
II
And is my maid a proper theme?And is she worthy of my dream?
Go, catch her smile and clear eyes' beam,
By Houra's hill or Grena's stream,
Over the hills and far away,
And ne'er was one, you'll think and say,
So lovely as my maiden gay,
Over the hills and far away.
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III
And have you seen the violet blow?Its tints within her fond eyes glow;
Her skin is fair as blooms that grow,
In wild March in the fragrant sloe,
Over the hills and far away,
Over the hills and far away,
I think of her both night and day,
Over the hills and far away.
IV
Yet 'tis not for her sweet smile's charm,And 'tis not for her graceful form,
But for her heart so true and warm,
My love burns on through calm and storm.
Over the hills and far away,
Whate'er my lot, where'er I stray,
I'll think of her both night and day,
Over the hills and far away!
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