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in the high Hall-garden When twilight was falling, Maud, Maud, Maud, Maud, They were crying and calling.

Where was Maud? in our wood; And I, who else, was with her, Gathering woodland lilies, Myriads blow together.

Birds in our wood sang Ringing thro' the vallies, Maud is here, here, here In among the lilies.