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thou remember, Mary,
 * Our childhood on the green?

Our gay sports in the meadows?
 * I then was but fifteen.

The dance on grass, like velvet,
 * It cheered our leisure hours;

That time hath passed for ever,
 * The time of joy and flowers.

Dost thou remember, dearest,
 * The evening in the glen?

When first thou saidst, 'I love thee!'
 * I was but twenty then.

Both happy, both in blushes,
 * Ah day! all days above;

That time hath passed for ever,
 * The thrilling time of love.

Dost thou remember, Mary,
 * The war-time and thy fear,

When I joined my country's banners?
 * 'Twas in my thirtieth year.

The echoes of the trumpet
 * Made soldiers of us all;

That time I now regret too,
 * And would e'en that recall.