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: O my dear lover can hear no thing, And the nightingale sings only to its mate. They slew him in revenge, and his true-love was his lure; The moon is pale, the night is late: His grave is shallow on the moor; O the nightingale is dying for its mate. His blood is on his breast, and the moss-roots at his hair; The moon is chill, the night is late: But I will lie beside him there: O the nightingale is dying for its mate. OVER THE HILLS The old hound wags his shaggy tail, And I know what he would say: It's over the hills we'll bound, old hound, Over the hills, and away. There's nought for us here save to count the clock, And hang the head all day: But over the hills we'll bound, old hound, Over the hills and away. Here among men we're like the deer That yonder is our prey: So, over the hills we'll bound, old hound, Over the hills and away. The hypocrite is master here, But he's the cock of clay: So, over the hills we'll bound, old hound, Over the hills and away. The women, they shall sigh and smile, And madden whom they may: It's over the hills we'll bound, old hound, Over the hills and away. Let silly lads in couples run To pleasure, a wicked fay: 'Tis ours on the heather to bound, old hound, Over the hills and away. The torrent glints under the rowan red, And shakes the bracken spray: What joy on the heather to bound, old hound, Over the hills and away. The sun bursts broad, and the heathery bed Is purple, and orange, and gray: Away, and away, we'll bound, old hound, Over the hills and away. JUGGLING JERRY I Pitch here the tent, while the old horse grazes: By the old hedge-side we'll halt a stage. It's nigh my last above the daisies: My next leaf 'll be man's blank page. Yes, my old girl! and it's no use crying: Juggler, constable, king, must bow. One that outjuggles all's been spying Long to have me, and he has me now. II We've travelled times to this old common: Often we've hung our pots in the gorse. We've had a stirring life, old woman! You, and I, and the old grey horse. Races, and fairs, and royal occasions, Found us coming to their call: Now th
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