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ADDIE, little laddie, come with me over the hills, Where blossom the white May lilies, and the dogwood and daffodils; For the Spirit of Spring is calling to our spirits that love to roam Over the hills of home, laddie, over the hills of home.

Laddie, little laddie, here's hazel and meadow rue, And wreaths of the rare arbutus, a-blowing for me and you, And cherry and bilberry blossoms, and hawthorn as white as foam— We'll carry them all to mother, laddie, over the hills at home.

Laddie, little laddie, the winds have many a song, And blithely and bold they whistle to us as we trip along; But your own little song is sweeter, your own with its merry trills, So, whistle a tune as you go, laddie, over the windy hills.

Laddie, little laddie, tis time that the cows were home. Can you hear the klingle-klangle of their bell in the greenwood gloam?