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Sweet are the slumbers of the virtuous man.
The golden hours on angel wings Flew oer me and my dearie; For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary.
Sweet flowers are slow and weeds make haste.
The sharper is the berry the sweeter is the wine.
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Sweet are the slumbers of the virtuous man.
The golden hours on angel wings Flew oer me and my dearie; For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary.
Sweet flowers are slow and weeds make haste.
The sharper is the berry the sweeter is the wine.