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THE MOWERS.

When cooling morning breezes blow, And skies are bright and blue; We mow-ers
To meadows fair we haste to mow The grass all fresh with dew.

so happy and

free We're mow-ing the flow-ers and

hay! Our scythes are swinging, Our voi- ces ring-ing, While

The lark is singing in the sky,
The black-bird on the tree;
And hollow sounding, far away,
We hear the rolling sea:
We mowers so happy and free!
We're mowing the flowers and hay!
Our scythes are swinging,

Our voices ringing,

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The sun is shining warm and bright, [The maidens come in beauteous train,
And with a merry song,
They love the new mown hay;

And easy swing, so swift and light, They love to tread the grassy plain,
Our labor flows along:

We mowers so happy and free!
We're mowing the flowers and hay!
Our scythes are swinging,
Our voices ringing,

They love the mowers, and we-
We mowers, so happy and free!
We're mowing the flowers and hay'
Qur scythes are swinging,
Our voices ringing,

While mowing the flowers and hay. While mowing the flowers and hay. While mowing the flowers and hay.