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 With merry songs and jocund tales,
 * I've pass'd some pleasant hours,

Tho' wandering thus I ne'er could find
 * A girl like blythesome Sally;

Who picks and culls and cries aloud,
 * "Sweet lilies of the valley"

From whistling o'er the harrowed turf,
 * From nestling of each tree

I choose a soldier's life to wed,
 * So social gay and free;

Yet tho' the lasses love me well,
 * And often try to rally,

None pleases me like her who cries,
 * "Sweet lilies of the valley"

I'm now return'd of late discharg'd,
 * To see my native soil:

From fighting in my country's cause,
 * To plough my country's soil;

I care not which with either pleased,
 * So I possess my Sally

That little merry nymph, who cries,
 * "Sweet lilies of the valley."

Ah Chloris could I now but sit
 * as unconcern'd, as when