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lasholidays were past
And after six weeks at last
I was to leave them all
Young and old, small and tall
All my companions in joy.
In my heart great fears,
In the eyes many tears,
I thought of starting,
I thought of parting
From Mary, my darling.
It was early in the morn',
I walked trough the corn
And nature awoke;
It was the last time I spoke
My Mary, my darling.
The hirds sang their hest song,
And yet the way seemed long.
1 was sadI had no time tospend
I walked quickly to meet at the end
With Mary, my darling.
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