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saythou'ltbe my dea-rie,
suit - ry noon my dea - rle,
T^assie Avi", A-r.
When Cynthia licphts, wi' silver ray.
The weary shearer's hameward May,
Through yellow-waving fields we'll stray
And talk o" love, mv dearie, 0.
Lassie wi', A-e.
And when the howling- wintry blast
IMsturhs my lassie's midnight rest,
Kn'laspcd to my faithfn' breast.
Til eomfnrt thee, my dearie, O.

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