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April on Tweed
As birds are fain to build their nest
The first soft sunny day,
So longing wakens in my breast
A month before the May,
When now the wind is from the west,
And winter melts away.
The first soft sunny day,
So longing wakens in my breast
A month before the May,
When now the wind is from the west,
And winter melts away.
The snow lies yet on Eildon Hill,
But soft the breezes blow.
If melting snows the waters fill,
We nothing heed the snow,
But we must up and take our will—
A fishing will we go!
But soft the breezes blow.
If melting snows the waters fill,
We nothing heed the snow,
But we must up and take our will—
A fishing will we go!
Below the branches brown and bare,
Beneath the primrose lea,
The trout lies waiting for his fare,
A hungry trout is he;
He's hooked, and springs and splashes there
Like salmon from the sea!
Beneath the primrose lea,
The trout lies waiting for his fare,
A hungry trout is he;
He's hooked, and springs and splashes there
Like salmon from the sea!
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Oh, April-tide's a pleasant tide,
However times may fall,
And sweet to welcome spring, the bride,
You hear the mavis call;
But all adown the water-side
The spring's most fair of all
However times may fall,
And sweet to welcome spring, the bride,
You hear the mavis call;
But all adown the water-side
The spring's most fair of all
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