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A ROUNDELAY.
Come, sit beneath the hawthorn tree,
And press thy lips to mine:
I have a merry song for thee,
Will cheer thy heart like wine.
And press thy lips to mine:
I have a merry song for thee,
Will cheer thy heart like wine.
O well the bonny heath may smile,
The lark sing clear above:
For we will love a little while,
Though all in vain we love.
The lark sing clear above:
For we will love a little while,
Though all in vain we love.
And green the leaves should be o'erhead,
The bracken brown beneath:
For O, that thou and I lay dead
Upon the bonny heath!
The bracken brown beneath:
For O, that thou and I lay dead
Upon the bonny heath!
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