Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah,

ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah,

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Oh! 'tis sweet at early day,

Then to climb the mountain's side, Where the merry songster's lay, Sweetly echoes far and wide: Noon may have its sunny glare,

Eve, its twilight and its dew; Night, its soft and cooling air,

But give me morning blue.