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Şarkı Sözleri Long evenings full of longingLow-spirited my morningsFull of longing too my nightsAnd all the time the bitterest.'Tis my lovely I long forIt is my darling I missMy black-browed one I grieve for.There's no hearing my treasureNo seeing my marten-breastNo hearing her in the lane Driving below the windowChopping the wood by the stackClinking outside the cook-house:In the earth my berry liesIn the soil she's moulderingUnder the sand my sweet oneBeneath the grass my trasureThe one I grieve for.