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'T is merry in the winter, The wind is on the moor, For twenty miles to leeward The people hear it roar. 'T is merry in the ingle, Beside a moorland lass, As watching turves a-glowing, The brimming bumpers pass.

O the merry Dartimoor, O the bonny Dartimoor, I would not be where I 'm not free As I am upon the moor.