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When shall I return to that lowly retreat, Where all my fond objects of tenderness meet, — The lambs and the heifers that follow my call.
My father, my mother.
My sister, my brother, And dear Isabella, the joy of them all i O, when shall I visit the land of my birth ? — 'Tis the loveliest land on the face of the earth.
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