Ballad

1

We'll walk among the tedded hay,
That smel[l]s as sweet as flowers;
While the meadow water winds its way
Beneath the hawthorn bowers.

2

And when the bright green haycocks throw
Their shadows from the sun,
When thou art weary there we'll go,
And rest, the heat to shun.

3

We'll to the hawthorn shades retire,
Where blooms the wild dog rose;
And smell the sweetly scented briar,
Where the shining river flows.

4

We'll talk o'er joys we once could prove,
And blithely spend the day,
For those pleasant dreams of early youth
Can never pass away.
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