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 You must remember times so bright When every pulse thrilled through with light, Watching the sweet morn’s silver flight,
 * My bonny Kate!

That evening in the country town, The morning ride, up hill and down, The spring, where Eros won his crown,
 * My bonny Kate!

We parted, ’twas the first sharp pain, We met and parted once again— It seemed as though our love were vain,
 * So long to wait!

I strove to bring the world to bay, From early dawn to twilight grey. The promised land loomed far away,
 * My bonny Kate!

Thus garnered, in that sacred past, My love has grown superb and vast, Each day sublimer than the last,
 * My bonny Kate!

My heart is full and yet I know, To-morrow it will overflow, Forever yours, for weal or woe,
 * My bonny Kate!