Those merry tales of old. Ere youth has lost it's flowery ?ring? And loving hearts grown cold And loving, loving hearts grown cold.
It brings me back those happy days When roving free and wild I played about my native home I played about my native home I played about my native home A merry mountain child
Oh tell me not of other lands across the deep blue sea This little isle of freedom's sons Is dearer far to me Is dearer far to me is dearer, dearer far to me.
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