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23B SONGS, ETC.
SONG. BY CHARMING WANSBECK SIDE.
O! Mary, look, how sweetly Spring
Revives each opening flower, Here in this copse, where thrushes sing,
I'll form a summer bower ; Beneath whose shade, in sultry day,
We'll see the river glide, And trouts their sportive gambols play,
On charming Wansbeck side.
At morn I'll mark how softly shine
Thy eye so deeply blue ; Or, tempted thereby, press to mine
Thy lips so rosy hue. To breathe the wholesome air, we'll rove
Among the hazles wide, And rest betimes to speak of love,
By charming Wansbeck side.
With rod in hand, and gentle gale,
We'll tread the banks so fair ; The violet sweet and cowslip pale,
We'll pluck to wreath thy hair. By rocky banks and gushing streams
Thy graceful steps I'll guide, To spots where nature loveliest seems,
Bv charming Wansbeck side.