fragnt,—daon and sylvia
tune—“the tither orn”
yon wanderg rill that arks the hill,
and gnces o&039;er the brae, sir,
slides by a bower, where ony a flower
sheds fragrance on the day, sir;
there daon y, with sylvia gay,
to love they thought no cri, sir,
the wild birds sang, the echoes rang,
while daon&039;s heart beat ti, sir
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