.Folding hills and a silver lane,
A weeping maid, an evening in the rain,
Roses ramble and the trees hang low,
We sit and drink to all good friends we
know.
`Tis I my love who'll leave in June,
For twenty five days no more.
Now mark that spot from whenc.
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