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MAY SONG.
/^VER the brown heath far, by the steep red scaur,
Where the yellow furze bloom is glowing,
When the keen cold East, and the North hath ceas’d,
And the soft-wing’d South is blowing ;
Away ! away ! away !
Where bright shines the May,
And the fields are green with growing.
Where the dark old pine, in the bright sunshine,
Its fresh green tips is trimming ;
Where the light-feathered throng, with the airy song
Of full-throated glee are brimming ;
Away ! away ! away!
The lusty May, . . . .
Let us with them be hymning!
Where the bright blue sky, on the pinnacle high
Of dark Lochnagar, rests clearly ;
Where snows no more wreathe the frontlets hoar
Of black Ben-Awn * so drearly ;
Away! away ! away !
Hymn the lusty May,
Where the streams are bickering cheerly!
Like a ruddy-faced boy, with a vagabond joy,
When the long school term is over ;
Like a bright-haired lassie, with a light-tossed curl,
When she runs to meet her lover;
Away ! away ! away !
So may the lusty May
Still find me a lusty rover!
* Written as pronounced, but properly spelled Avon.