Freedom is their mate

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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