Hail dreary November
Full well I remember
Thy wild roaring tempest when I was a child
My heart ne'er was weary
My face was aye cheery
The loud roaring lynn & the mountains so wild
The wild raving thunder
The woods rolling under
The lake rolling billows like waves of the sea
Tis the music of nature
In her stormiest feature
But the sweetest of music is freedom for me
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