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of the greenwood!
 * Oh! why art thou here?

Leaves dance not o'er thee,
 * Flowers bloom not near:

All the sweet waters
 * Far hence are at play—

Bird of the greenwood,
 * Away, away!

Midst the wild billows
 * Thy place will not be,

As midst the wavings
 * Of wild rose and tree:

How shouldst thou battle
 * With storm and with spray?—

Bird of the greenwood,
 * Away, away!