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OH! COME TO THE INGLE-SIDE
Oh! come to the ingle-side!
For the night is dark and drear;
The snow is deep, and the mountain wide;
Then stay and rest thee here.
My board is simply spread,
I've little food to spare;
But thou shalt break my oaten bread,
And have a welcome share:

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