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O, THE MERRY, MERRY SPRING.
twine 'mid the locks of a maiden's hair. How sweet to fly from care and strife, The dull, cold round of
happy it sings from its mother's nest. How sweet to roam at beauty's side, Thro' glens, and dells, and woodland wide; How sweet to sit by a
H. W. GREATOREX.
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city life, To roam the wood, and
ARRANGED FROM GERMAN.