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 The people that were kind to me,

And summer in the little glen.

Hold me close until I die.

Lift me up, it's better so;

If, before I go, I cry,

It isn't I'm afraid to go;

Only sorry for the boy

Sitting there with legs aswung

In my little glen of joy.

In the glen where I was young.