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The Morning Dew


The pink, the lily, and the blooming rose
Grow in the garden where my true love goes.
The little small birds they do rejoice
When they think they hear my love Jimmy's voice.

O James Machree, I do love you well;
I love you better than tongue can tell;
There's not one drop of the morning dew
That's half so sweet as one kiss from you.