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Along The Field As We Came By A Year Ago My

Along The Field As We Came By
A Year Ago My Love And I
The Aspen Over Stile And Stone
Was Talking To Itself Alone.
Oh Who Are These That Kiss And Pass?
A Country Lover And His Lass
Two Lovers Looking To Be Wed
And Time Shall Put Them Both To Bed
But She Shall Lie With Earth Above
And He Beside Another Love.

And Sure Enough Beneath The Tree
There Walks Another Love With Me
And Overhead The Aspen Heaves
Its Rainy Sounding Silver Leaves
And I Spell Nothing In Their Stir
But Now Perhaps They Speak To Her
And Plain For Her To Understand
They Talk About A Time At Hand
When I Shall Sleep With Clover Clad
And She Beside Another Lad. .

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