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SOFT SOUNDS
Ah! then as we might meet, all young,
And trip with nimble feet, abroad,
Or else in knots might come, full gay,
Along the grove up home.
Sis, sis, the whispers, here and there,
Would hiss, from man and maid in pair.
And trip with nimble feet, abroad,
Or else in knots might come, full gay,
Along the grove up home.
Sis, sis, the whispers, here and there,
Would hiss, from man and maid in pair.
Or when the wind, upspringing keen
From eastern slopes, would fling about
The snow, or overlay the tree
And ground with hoar-frost grey,
Sis, sis, our nimble steps would sound
As we would trip o'er frosty ground.
From eastern slopes, would fling about
The snow, or overlay the tree
And ground with hoar-frost grey,
Sis, sis, our nimble steps would sound
As we would trip o'er frosty ground.
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At times, when leaves were dead, and fell
Down-scatter'd, browny-red; or spun
In windy rings around our feet,
On timber-shaded ground:
Sis, sis, our shoes would rustle light
On leaves and bentgrass, wither'd white.
Down-scatter'd, browny-red; or spun
In windy rings around our feet,
On timber-shaded ground:
Sis, sis, our shoes would rustle light
On leaves and bentgrass, wither'd white.
And when, again, we pass'd along
The half-dried hay all cast abroad,
In air that smelt full sweet, about
Our nimbly-stepping feet:
Sis, sis, our footsteps on the hay
Did sound along our summer way.
The half-dried hay all cast abroad,
In air that smelt full sweet, about
Our nimbly-stepping feet:
Sis, sis, our footsteps on the hay
Did sound along our summer way.
And still may joy betide us all,
Though scatter'd far and wide away;
And may we find, by grace, that now,
Wherever be our place,
Teeh, hee shall be our merry sound
Along the road or grassy ground.
Though scatter'd far and wide away;
And may we find, by grace, that now,
Wherever be our place,
Teeh, hee shall be our merry sound
Along the road or grassy ground.
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