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There’s deer upon the mountain

There’s sheep along the glen

The forests hum with feather

But where are now the men?

Here’s but my mother’s garden

Where soft the footsteps fall

My folk are quite forgotten

But the nettle’s over all

O! black might be that ruin

Where my fathers dwelt so long

And nothing hide the shame of it

The ugliness and wrong;

The cabar and the corner-stone

Might bleach in wind and rains

But for the gentle nettle

That took such a courtier’s pains

The friends are all departed

The hearth-stone is black and cold

And sturdy grows the nettle

On the place beloved of old

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