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I. by the side of the greenwood tree, The elm and the ash are companions to me; Through the shadowy lanes with the summer I roam, And the hedge with the hawthorn in bloom is my home!

II. I know where the primrose first welcomes the south, Like a love-kiss—the last from a pale and sweet mouth, Which dies in its sorrow, and dying reveals, Too late and too vainly, the love which it feels!

III. The earliest violets breathe, through the grass, A message that woos me to stay as I pass; For I am the first, in the spring, to discover Their blue eyes, that laugh as they welcomed a lover.