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kilmeny kilmeny where have you been? |
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lang hae we sought baith holt and dean |
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by burn by ford by greenwood tree |
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yet you are halesome and fair to see |
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kilmeny look'd up wi' lovely grace |
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but nae smile was seen on kilmeny's face |
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as still was her look and as still was her e'e |
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as the stillness that lay on the emerant lea |
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or the mist that sleeps on a waveless sea |
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kilmeny had been where the cock never crew |
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where the rain never fell and the wind never blew |
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but it seemed as the harp of the sky had rung |
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and the airs of heaven played round her tongue |
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when she spoke of the lovely forms she had seen |
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and a land where sin had never been |
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a land of love and a land of light |
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withouten sun or moon or night |
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where the river swa'd a living stream |
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and the light a pure and cloudless beam |
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the land of vision it would seem |
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a still an everlasting dream |