O what a joyous dreamy scene

O what a joyous dreamy scene
Hangs round youths happy brow
This spot in winter seemed more green
Then summer grass does now

What smiling on thou sunny spot
& blooming still divine
Winters that blighted many a lot
Flew harmless over thine
Or thou hast all his frowns forgot
Now summer suns do shine

Upon thy awthorn bushes still
Birds sing both morn & night
They nothing know of human ill
Their lives is one delight

The willow row of mealy grey
Stands waving in the wind
Still whispering tales of sport & play
That time hath left behind

Here is the leaning favoured tree
Whose boughs we tyed together
Then up they tossed as in a swee
In harvests ruddy weather
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