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Slow- Song
In April when Primroses paint the Sweet
plain and Summer approaching Rejoiceth the
Swain - joiceth the Swain The Yellow hair'd
Laddie wou'd off-en times go, To
Wilds & Deep glens where the Hawthorn Trees
grow. Hawthorn Trees grow.
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