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| THE SMILING morn, the breathing spring, | |
| Invite the tuneful birds to sing, | |
| And while they warble from each spray, | |
| Love melts the universal lay. | |
| Let us, Amanda, timely wise, | 5 |
| Like them improve the hour that flies, | |
| And in soft raptures waste the day | |
| Amang the birks of Invermay. | |
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| For soon the winter of the year, | |
| And age, life’s winter, will appear; | 10 |
| At this, thy living bloom will fade, | |
| As that will nip the vernal shade; | |
| Our taste of pleasure then is o’er, | |
| The feathered songsters are no more; | |
| And when they droop, and we decay, | 15 |
| Adieu the birks of Invermay. | |
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| The laverock now and lintwhite sing, | |
| The rocks around with echoes ring; | |
| The mavis and the blackbird gay | |
| In tuneful strains now glad the day; | 20 |
| The woods now wear their summer suits, | |
| To mirth all nature now invites: | |
| Let us be blythesome then and gay | |
| Amang the birks of Invermay. | |
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| Behold, the hills and vales around | 25 |
| With lowing herds and flocks abound; | |
| The wanton kids and frisking lambs | |
| Gambol and dance about their dams; | |
| The busy bees with humming noise, | |
| And all the reptile kind rejoice: | 30 |
| Let us, like them, then sing and play | |
| About the birks of Invermay. | |
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| Hark! how the waters, as they fall, | |
| Loudly my love to gladness call; | |
| The wanton waves sport in the beams, | 35 |
| And fishes play throughout the streams; | |
| The circling sun does now advance, | |
| And all the planets round him dance: | |
| Let us as jovial be as they | |
| Amang the birks of Invermay. | 40 |
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