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STANZAS.
The greenwood! the greenwood!
How pleasant it would be
To build a little mossy hut
Beneath the forest tree
To climb each green and grassy knoll,
To pierce each leafy haunt,
And listen with delighted ears
To every wild bird's chaunt.
The greenwood! the greenwood!
How bright the sunbeams gleam,
Chequered by many a waving bough
Upon the dancing stream.
And there the dainty harebells grow,
There roams the vagrant bee,
And every gale that stirs the trees were
Makes thrilling melody.
