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Swiss Song,

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Up in th' mountain     I was a-sitting,     With the bird there     As my guest,     Blithely singing,     Blithely springing,     And building     His nest.     In the garden     I was a-standing,     And the bee there     Saw as well,     Buzzing, humming,     Going, coming,     And building     His cell.     O'er the meadow     I was a-going,     And there saw the     Butterflies,     Sipping, dancing,     Flying, glancing,     And charming     The eyes.     And then came my     Dear Hansel,     And I show'd them     With glee,     Sipping, quaffing,     And he, laughing,     Sweet kisses     Gave me.

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