Song

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In the gloaming o' moonlight so soft and so dreary
Where the Nightingale sang in the old whitethorn tree
Clear loud and strong while the sky looked so starry
It seems full of spirits the fa[r] ther we see
With a light pocket handkerchief round her new cap
Round her neck the white apron to shield her from dew
I stood with young Elenor near the thorn gap
Where her bonny white bosom beat warmly and true

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In the gloaming of moonlight how sweet to be there
Among the green bushes that dark shadows throw
Standing with sweetheart so bonny and fair
To see the sweet blushes all mantle and go
There I stood with my Elenor just in her bloom
Her face was as fair as the may on the thorn
And the woodbine behind her was shedding perfume
And there I and Elenor met the next morn

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Her hair hung like shadows all curly and dark
Her face warmed like dog roses under the dew
Her soft eyes were rubies and each had a spark
That shewed her fond bosom was loveing and true
No joy was like courting that maiden at night
When moonlight was wispering about to the flowers.
'Twas then I kissed Elenor by that pale light
And loved her so dear in those innocent hours
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