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Come on wings of joy we'll fly / To where my bower hangs on high; / Come and make thy calm retreat / Among green leaves and blossoms sweet
Away to the green green country, / Under the open sky; / Where the earth's sweet breath is incense / And the lark sings psalms on high
As we dance round a-ring a-ring, A maiden goes a-maying; And here a flower, and there a flower, Through mead and meadow straying
Where runs the river? who can say Who hath not followed all the way By alders green and sedges grey And blossoms blue?