CHORUS: O suitably-attired-in-leather-boots
Head of a trave
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With rue my heart is laden
For golden friends I had,
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Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough,
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The Grizzly Bear is huge and wild
It has devoured the little child.
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When I was one-and-twenty
I heard a wise man say,
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The laws of God, the laws of man,
He may keep that will and can;
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Oh who is that young sinner with the handcuffs on his wrists?
And what has he been after that they groan and shake their fists?
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"Terence, this is stupid stuff!
You eat your victuals fast enough;
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When I watch the living meet
And the moving pageant file
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On the idle hill of summer,
Sleepy with the flow of streams,
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The time you won your town the race
We chaired you through the market-place;
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Oh fair enough are sky and plain,
But I know fairer far:
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'Tis spring; come out to ramble
The hilly brakes around,
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Oh, see how thick the goldcup flowers
Are lying in field and lane,
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Look not in my eyes, for fear
Thy mirror true the sight I see,
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The rainy Pleiads wester,
Orion plunges prone,
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Oh, when I was in love with you,
Then I was clean and brave,
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The stinging nettle only
Will still be found to stand:
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Tell me not here, it needs not saying,
What tune the enchantress plays
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Stars, I have seen them fall,
But when they drop and die
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Wake: the silver dusk returning
Up the beach of darkness brims,
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On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble;
His forest fleece the Wrekin heaves;
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From Clee to heaven the beacon burns,
The shires have seen it plain,
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ALONG the field as we came by
A year ago, my love and I,
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As through the wild green hills of Wyre
The train ran, changing sky and shire,
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Be still, my soul, be still; the arms you bear are brittle,
Earth and high heaven are fixt of old and founded strong.
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In summertime on Bredon
The bells they sound so clear;
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Bring, in this timeless grave to throw,
No cypress, sombre on the snow;
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Could man be drunk for ever
With liquor, love, or fights,
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Horace, Odes, iv, 7
The snows are fled away, leaves on the shaws
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