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Oh Sing Me

Oh sing me a song of roses in bloom
And the bright yellow flowers that adorn the wild broom
And the songs of the birds is so pleasing to hear
And Nature is lovely at all times of year,
Oh sing me a song of the cool wind that blow
Across the old hill where the coarse bracken grow
And the creek with the voice that can never be still
That babbles on down from the foot of the hill,
Oh sing me a song of the fresh ocean breeze
That soughs day and night in the small coastal trees
And the rumble of the tide lashing the rocky shore
The voice of Nature will live forever more
And though people like the Seasons they come and they go
The rivers of Nature to the great ocean flow.

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