the flowery banks of cree
here is the glen, and here the bower
all underneath the birchen shade;
the vil-bell has told the hour,
o what can stay y lovely aid?
&039;tis not aria&039;s whisperg call;
&039;tis but the baly breathg gale,
ixt with warbler&039;s dyg fall,
the dewy star of eve to hail
it is aria&039;s voice i hear;
calls the woodrk the grove,
his little, faithful ate to cheer;
at once &039;tis ic and &039;tis love
and art thou e! and art thou true!
o wele dear to love and !
and let all our vows renew,
along the flowery banks of cree
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