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'Twas within a mile of Edinbro' town,
In the rosy time of the year;
Bonnie Jocky, blythe and gay,
Kiss'd sweet Jenny making hay:
THE WOODLAND HALLO.
In our cottage, that peeps from the skirts of the wood,
I am mistre, no mother have I;
And kind is my lover, hard by:
Both wrodmen, my father and Joe;
So much of a laugh or Illo!
From my basket at noon they expect their supply,
And with joy from my threshold I pring;
Aud Echo that sings as I sing.
As I call the dear name of my Joe;
And my heart leaps to hear the- Hallo!
Simple flowers of the grove, little birds, live at ease,
I wi-h not to wander fron 10u;
For I know that my Joe will be true.