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TO ANNIE.
Though dark be the season of dreary December, A wreath we may pluck from an evergreen tree,And when Erin's kind daughters I fondly remember, A garland I'll twine, my dear Annie, for thee.The ivy, revealing of friendship the feeling, The holly of Scotia's famed bard, shall be thine;While mistletoe blending, its elegance lending, For thee, my dear Annie, a garland I 'll twine!
And though far away soon my footsteps may wander, And the banks of the Foyle I no longer may see,Full oft on the friends far removed shall I ponder, And my thoughts shall revert, my dear Annie, to thee!
