Wandering by the river's edge
I love to rustle through the sedge
& through the woods of reed to tear
Almost as high as bushes are
Eddies run before the boats
Gurgling where the fisher floats
Who takes advantage of the gale
& hoists his handkerchief for sail
On osier twigs that form a mast
Gurgling where the fisher floats
Who takes advantage of the gale
& hoists his handkerchief for sail
On osier twigs that form a mast
While idly lies nor wanted more
The spirit that pushed him on before
The spirit that pushed him on before
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