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| DOWN from yon distant mountain height | |
| The brooklet flows through the village street; | |
| A boy comes forth to wash his hands, | |
| Washing, yes, washing, there he stands, | |
| In the water cool and sweet. | 5 |
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| Brook, from what mountain dost thou come? | |
| O my brooklet cool and sweet! | |
| I come from yon mountain high and cold | |
| Where lieth the new snow on the old, | |
| And melts in the summer heat. | 10 |
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| Brook, to what river dost thou go? | |
| O my brooklet cool and sweet! | |
| I go to the river there below | |
| Where in bunches the violets grow, | |
| And sun and shadow meet. | 15 |
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| Brook, to what garden dost thou go? | |
| O my brooklet cool and sweet! | |
| I go to the garden in the vale | |
| Where all night long the nightingale | |
| Her love-song doth repeat. | 20 |
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| Brook, to what fountain dost thou go? | |
| O my brooklet cool and sweet! | |
| I go to the fountain at whose brink | |
| The maid that loves thee comes to drink, | |
| And whenever she looks therein, | 25 |
| I rise to meet her, and kiss her chin, | |
| And my joy is then complete. | |
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