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ng, posed sprg

tune—“jockey&039;s grey breeks”

aga rejoicg nature sees

her robe assu its vernal hues:

her leafy locks wave the breeze,

all freshly steep&039;d orng dews

chor—and aun i still on nie doat,

and bear the srn that&039;s her e&039;e?

for it&039;s jet, jet bck, an&039; it&039;s like a hawk,

an&039; it na let a body be

va to the wslips bw,

va to the vi&039;lets sprg;

va to glen or shaw,

the avis and the lhite sg

and aun i still, c

the rry ploughboy cheers his tea,

wi&039; joy the tentie seedsan stalks;

but life to &039;s a weary drea,

a drea of ane that never wauks

and aun i still, c

the wanton ot the water skis,

aang the reeds the ducklgs cry,

the stately swan ajestic swis,

and ev&039;ry thg is blest but i

and aun i still, c

the sheep-herd steeks his fauldg sp,

and o&039;er the oornds whistles shill:

wi&039; wild, uneal, wand&039;rg step,

i et hi on the dewy hill

and aun i still, c

and when the rk, &039;een light and dark,

blythe waukens by the daisy&039;s side,

and ounts and sgs on flitterg gs,

a woe-worn ghaist i haward glide

and aun i still, c

e ter, with the angry howl,

and ragg, bend the naked tree;

thy gloo will othe y cheerless ul,

when nature all is sad like !

and aun i still, c