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 And all the grey ripples
 * To the Mill racing by,

With harps and with timbrels
 * Did ringing reply;
 * Singing down-adown-derry.

"Down-adown-derry,"
 * Sang the Fairy of Doone,

Piercing the heart
 * Of sweet Annie Maroon;

And lo! when like roses
 * The clouds of the sun

Faded at dusk, gone
 * Was Annie Maroon;
 * Singing down-adown-derry.

Down-adown-derry,
 * The daisies are few;

Frost twinkles powdery
 * In haunts of the dew;

And only the robin
 * Perched on a thorn,

Can comfort the heart
 * Of a father forlorn;
 * Singing down-adown-derry.

Down-adown-derry,
 * There's snow in the air;

Ice where the lily
 * Bloomed waxen and fair;