The crows upon the swelling hills
The cows upon the lea
Sheep feeding by the pasture rills
Are ever dear to me
Because sweet freedom is their mate
While I am lone & desolate
I loved the winds when I was young
When life was dear to me
I loved the song which nature sung
Endearing Liberty
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