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There is a spot I dearly lo’ed,
When I was summers nine or ten,
Where slender blue-bells wav’d and woo’d
Young barefoot wanderers to that glen.
So shy the wagtail bobb’d and bow’d—
A mystery was the little wren—
And purple berries there were pu’d
By laughin’ bands in Lightburn Glen.
When gloamin breath’d upon thy stream,
Another beauty met my gaze
*Those glorious two—the blackbird and mavis.
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