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How long grows the southernwood, |
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With the dew lying on it so bright! |
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Now that I see my noble men, |
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My heart is entirely satisfied. |
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As we feast, we laugh and talk; -- |
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It is right they should have fame and prosperity! |
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How long grows the southernwood, |
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With the dew lying on it so abundantly! |
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Now that I see my noble men, |
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I appreciate their favour and their brightness. |
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Their virtue is without taint of error; -- |
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May they live long, and not be forgotten! |
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How high is the southernwood, |
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All wet with the fallen dew! |
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Now that I see my noble men, |
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Grandly we feast, delighted and complacent. |
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May their relations with their brothers be right! |
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May they be happy in their excellent virtue to old age! |
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How high is the southernwood, |
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With the dew lying on it so richly! |
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I have seen my noble men, |
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With the ends of their reins hanging down, |
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With the bells tinkling on their cross-boards and bits. |
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May all happiness gather upon them. |