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HRoucH all the pleasant meadow-side
The grass grew shoulder-high,

  

Till the shining scythes went far and
wide
And cut it down to dry.

These green and sweetly smelling crops
They led in waggons home ;
And they piled them here in mountain tops

For mountaineers to roam.

Here is Mount Clear, Mount Rusty-Nail,
Mount Eagle and Mount High ;—
The mice that in these mountains dwell,
No happier are than I!

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