How many times Spring blossoms meek
Have faded on the land
Since last I kissed that pretty cheek
Caressed that happy hand
Eight time the green's been painted white
With daisies in the grass
Since I looked on thy eyes so bright
& pressed my bonny lass
The ground lark sung about the farms
The blackbird in the wood
When fast locked in each other's arms
By hedgerow thorn we stood
It was a pleasant Sabbath day
The sun shone bright and round
His light through dark oaks passed & lay
Like gold upon the ground
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