Swept o'er the green hill-side, My little fragile bark was launched My little fragile bark was launched On life's uncertain tide. On life's uncertain tide. There verdant fields and murm'ring brooks There verdant fields and murm'ring brooks Invited me to roam; Invited me to roam; Old towering trees their heads upreared Old towering trees their heads upreared Around my quiet home. Around my quiet home.
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