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I've heard them lilting
At are? you milking
And I've heard them lilting
Before light a-day
Now they are mourning
For all time a-lilting
The flowers of the forest
Are all ?wean? away
Sad they for the order
That sent them to the border
The English by guile
For once won the day
Now they are mourning
For all time a-lilting
The flowers of the forest
Are all ?wean? away
I've heard them lilting
?At are? you milking
And I've heard them lilting
Before light a-day
Now they are mourning
For all time a-lilting
The flowers of the forest
Are all ?wean? away
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