Airly Beacon

by Charles Kingsley

Airly Beacon, Airly Beacon;   O the pleasant sight to see Shires and towns from Airly Beacon,   While my love climb'd up to me! Airly Beacon, Airly Beacon;   O the happy hours we lay Deep in fern on Airly Beacon,   Courting through the summer's day! Airly Beacon, Airly Beacon;   O the weary haunt for me, All alone on Airly Beacon,   With his baby on my knee!

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