| 'Twas on a bright morning in summer
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| As the skylarks sang loudly on high
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| And the Sun it shone down most delightful
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| On all that reigns under the sky
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| 'Twas down by the woodlands I wandered
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| Down mossy green slipes I did slide
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| 'Twas there I beheld a fair damsel
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| All alone by the sweet Smirla Side
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| Oh, my eyes, they grew dim in a moment
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| As t’wards this fair maid I did go
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| Saying «tell me the cause of your troubles
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| I am anxiously longing to know»
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| Oh, she said «I once courted a young man
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| But the ocean do now us divide
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| Which leaves me to wander in sorrow
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| On the banks of the sweet Smirla Side»
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| «Oh, he was a handsome young fellow
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| So hearty, so light and so free
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| And now, when I think of my darling
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| More sorrow advances on me»
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| «Oh, the fountains of nature are floating
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| And my heart it is sorry annoyed
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| And my mind it is constantly aching
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| On the banks of the sweet Smirla Side»
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| Oh, that song fairy gale may enchant him
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| And roll him again o’er the tide
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| Home, back again to his Eileen
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| On the banks of the sweet Smirla Side |