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...hawthorn trees blow in the dews of the morning, And wild scattered cowslips bedeck the green dale. But what can give pleasure, or what can seem fair, When the lingering moments are numbered by care, No flowers gaily springing, Or birds sweetly singing, Can soothe the sad bosom of joyless...

...hawthorn trees blow in the dews of the morning, And wild scattered cowslips bedeck the green dale. But what can give pleasure, or what can seem fair, When the lingering moments are numbered by care, No flowers gaily springing, Or birds sweetly singing, Can soothe the sad bosom of joyless...

...The primroses blow in the dews of the morning, And wild scatter'd cowslips bedeck the green dale : But what can give pleasure, or what can seem fair, When the lingering moments are numbered wi' care ? No birds sweetly singing, nor flow'rs gaily springing, Can soothe the sad bosom of joyless...

...The primroses blow in the dews of the morning, And wild scatter'd cowslips bedeck the green dale : But what can give pleasure, or what can seem fair, When the lingering moments are numbered wi' care ? No birds sweetly singing, nor flow'rs gaily springing, Can soothe the sad bosom of joyless...