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KNOW of a thrush's nest, a pretty nest, a cosy nest, I know of a thrush's nest with three fine eggs of blue; It is in the perfumed pine, the tasselled pine, the swaying pine, It is in the cool dark wood that I have wandered through.

I know of a speckled trout, a noble trout, a shining trout, I know of a splendid trout, the biggest I have seen; It is by the lonely mill, the silent mill, the old spade mill, It is in the running brook, for I did look and lean.

I know of a pretty maid, a laughing maid, a happy maid, I know of a darling maid, oh, sweet she is and fair; She waits in a garden bower, a rosy bower, a hidden bower, What the way to this dear maid—is neither here nor there! [53]