Banks of My Own Lovely Lee: Chorály CCFC

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How oft do my thoughts in their fancy take flight, To the home of my childhood away, To the days when each patriot's vision seem'd bright, Ere I dreamed that those joys should decay, When my heart was as light as the wild winds that blow, Down the Mardyke through each elm tree, Where I sported and play'd 'neath each green leafy shade, On the banks of my own lovely Lee...

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