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BALLAD.
"Do ye think of the friends that are gone, Jeanie?
As ye sit by your fire at night,
Do ye wish they were round you again once more,
By the hearth that they made so bright?"
As ye sit by your fire at night,
Do ye wish they were round you again once more,
By the hearth that they made so bright?"
"I think of the friends that are gone, Robin,
They are dear to my heart as then,
But the best and the dearest among them all,
I have never wished back again!"
They are dear to my heart as then,
But the best and the dearest among them all,
I have never wished back again!"
