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 There's music in the air When the noontide's sultry beam Reflects a golden light On the distant mountain stream. Cho.—When beneath some grateful shade, Sorrow's aching head is laid, Sweetly to the spirit there; Comes the music in the air. There's music in the air When the twilight's gentle sigh Is lost on evening's breast,. As its pensive beauties die. Cho.—Then, O ! then, the loved ones gone Wake the pure, celestial song, Angel voices greet us there In the music in the air.

Whistle and Hoe. (Pat's Pick, page 66.)

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There's a boy just over the garden fence, Who is whistling a tune all the livelong day, And his work is not a mere pretense, For you see the weeds he has cut away. CHOKUS—Whistle and hoe, sing as you go, Shorten the row by the songs you know; Whistle and hoe, sing as you go, Shorten the row by the songs you know. 4