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H. F. S. [Music]
1. There's not a cloud a sailing by, / That does not hold a shower; / There's not a furze-bush on the moor, / That doth not put forth flower. / About the roots we need not delve, / The branches need not prune, / The yellow furze will ever flower, / And ever love's in tune! / When the furze is out of flower, / Then love is out of tune.