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And dear old Ned is braying, braying, braying,

And the shaggy Nannie goat is calling, calling, calling

From her little trampled corner of the long wide lea

That stretches to the waters of the hill-stream falling

Sheer upon the flat rocks joyously!

There, oh there! on the island of the sea,

There I would be at dawn.