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Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs / About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green, / The night above the dingle starry, / Time let me hail and climb
Golden in the heydays of his eyes, / And honoured among wagons I was prince of the apple towns / And once below a time I lordly had the trees and leaves / Trail with daisies and barley / Down the rivers of the windfall light.