To my friend
WARREN HILL.
"Bird of the Greenwood" ([1865?], 30 Apr 1884)
Words by [Mrs.] Felicia [Dorethea] Hemans[, 1794-1835]
The last composition of
W[illia]m. Vincent Wallace[, 1812-1865]
Written in America.

New York, NY: William A. Pond & Co., 25 Union Square
Plate No. 11208
[Source: 30 April 1884-11705@LoC]

1. Bird of the Greenwood why! are thou here?
Leaves dance not o'er there, flow'rs bloom not near,
All the sweet waters far hence are at play,
Bird of the Greenwood Away, Away!
Bird of the Greenwood Away, Away!
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Away, Away!

2. Or art thou seeking some brighter land,
Where by the southwind vine leaves are fann'd
'Midst the wild billows why then delay?
Bird of the Greenwood! Away, Away!
Bird of the Greenwood! Away, Away!
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Away, Away!

3. Chide not my lingering where storms are dark;
A hand that hath nurs'd me is in the dark;
A hand that has cherish'd thro' winter's long day,
So I turn from the Greenwood, Away, Away!
So I turn from the Greenwood, Away, Away!
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Away, Away!