Linden Lea

	  		 
 

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Within the woodlands, flowery gladed, 
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By the oak tree's mossy moot, 

The shining grass-blades, timber-shaded, 
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Now do quiver under foot; 
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And birds do whistle overhead, 
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And water's bubbling in its bed, 
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And there for me the apple tree 
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Do lean down low in Linden Lea. 


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When leaves that lately were a-springing 
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Now do fade within the copse, 

And painted birds do hush their singing 
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Up upon the timber tops; 
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And brown-leaved fruit's a-turning red, 
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In cloudless sunshine, overhead, 
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With fruit for me, the apple tree 
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Do lean down low in Linden Lea. 


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Let other folk make money faster 
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In the air of dark-roomed towns, 

I don't dread a peevish master; 
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Though no man do heed my frowns, 
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I be free to go abroad, 
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Or take again my homeward road 
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To where, for me, the apple tree 
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Do lean down low in Linden Lea.