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apple tree there groweth,

Fly away, my heart, away;

An apple tree there groweth

Within my father's close;

So sweet,

Within my father's close.

Oh, bright is every leaf thereon,

Fly away, my heart, away;

Oh, bright is every leaf thereon

And sweet the fruit that grows

So sweet,

And sweet the fruit that grows.