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II. - DEEP IN THE VALLEY.
Welsh Air – "Waters of Elle."

Deep in the valley, afar from every beholder,
⁠In the May morning my true love came to me:
Silent we sate, her head upon my shoulder;
⁠Fondly we dreamed of the days about to be:
⁠Fondly we dreamed of the days so soon to be.

Deep in the valley, the rain falls colder and colder:
⁠Safely she sleeps beneath the churchyard tree:
Yet still I feel her head upon my shoulder,
⁠Yet still I dream of the days that could not be:
⁠Yet still I weep o'er the days that will not be.

Good Words.⁠

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