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 much to me is yonder lane
 * Where I go every day;

But when there's been a shower of rain
 * And hedge-birds whistle gay,

I know my lad that's out in France
 * With fearsome things to see

Would give his eyes for just one glance
 * At our white hawthorn tree.

Not much to me is yonder lane
 * Where he so longs to tread;

But when there's been a shower of rain I think I'll never weep again
 * Until I've heard he's dead.