Annie Laurie
Maxwelton's hills are bonnie
Where early falls the dew
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The Spring and the Fall
In the spring of the year, in the spring of the year,
I walked the road beside my dear.
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The Ragged Wood
O, hurry, where by water, among the trees,
The delicate-stepping stag and his lady sigh,
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Love
So, the year's done with
( Love me forever! )
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Still to be Neat
Still to be neat, still to be drest,
As you were going to a feast;
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Jenny Kissed Me
Jenny kissed me when we met,
Jumping from the chair she sat in;
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Gone
Everybody loved Chick Lorimer in our town,
Far off
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Love's Philosophy
The fountains mingle with the river,
And the rivers with the ocean;
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I have loved you; even now I may confess,
Some embers of my love their fire retain
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Hope is a Thing With Feathers
Hope is a thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
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