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I WOULD NOT DIE IN SUMMER TIME |
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2 Oh! no, I would not pass away
When, from the leafy grove,. The red bird carols all the day
Its song of joy and love; When merry warblers trill their notes
From every bush and tree, And on the breeze an anthem floats
Of heaven-born melody. |
3 I would not die in summer time;
And lie within the tomb, When blushing fruits are in their prime,
And fields are in their bloom; For I would reap the yellow grain
And bind it in the sheaves.; Then die when winter winds complain
Among the blighted leaves. |
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