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C. J. S. [Music]
1. 'Tis merry in the Spring-time / 'Tis blithe upon the moor, / Where every man is equal, / For every man is poor. / I do what I've a mind to, / And none can say me Nay, / I go where I'm inclin'd to, / On all sides right of way. / O the merry Dartamoor! / O the merry moor! / I would not be where I'm not free, / As I am upon the moor.