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Spring Chorus

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

From out the town of Bradford

The River Avon flows

Past mansions fine of golden stone

And under bridge it goes

Gleaming in the early sun

Beneath a cloudless sky

Sounds of oars in water dipped

Strong rowers passing by

Within the trees that line the banks

The hidden birds all sing

A chorus of pure music

To greet this day of Spring.

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