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my heart a little dog I'd call it to my side To hold it with a silken lead And would not be denied.

For O it wandered far from me By mountain, vale and glen, How glad it marched the weary miles Amongst the hill-side men!

Ah, were my heart a singing bird I would not let it free, It dare not dream of sunrise skies, Or chant of liberty.

For, ah! it sprang cloud high to sing From mountain, vale, and fen, When first it heard the secret drums, The hearts of hill-side men.