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VP_017413 Verse 1Adown the hill I went one morn, A lovely maid I spied, Her hair was bright as the dew that wets Sweet Anner's verdant side; "And where go ye, sweet maid?" said I, She raised her eyes of blue, And smiled and said, "The boy I wed I'm to meet in the foggy dew." Go hide your blooms, ye roses red, And droop, ye lilies rare, Or you must pale for very shame Before a maid so fair. Said I, "Dear maid, will you be my bride?" Beneath her eyes of blue She smiled and said, "The boy I wed I'm to meet in the foggy dew." Adown the hill I went at morn, Asinging I did go, Adown the hill I went at morn, She answer'd soft and low: "Yes, I will be your own dear bride, And I know that you'll be true!" Then sighed in my arms, and all her charms Were hid in the foggy dew.

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1 score (5 p.) : ill. ; 31 cm.

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G. Schirmer

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New York

The Foggy Dew



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