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/ She rode o'er hill, she rode o'er plain, / She rode by fields of barley, / By morning-glories filled with rain, / And beechen branches gnarly.
/ She rode o'er plain, she rode o'er hill, / By orchard land and berry; / Her face was buoyant as the rill, / Her eyes and heart were merry,