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1802–1864

O'er the Mountains.

George Pope Morris

Some spirit wafts our mountain lay — Hili ho! boys, hili ho! To distant groves and glens away! Hili ho! boys, hili ho!

E'en so the tide of empire flows — Ho! boys, hili ho! Rejoicing as it westward goes! Ho! boys, hili ho!

To refresh our weary way Gush the crystal fountains, As a pilgrim band we stray Cheerly o'er the mountains.

The woodland rings with song and shout! Hili ho! boys, hili ho! As though a fairy hunt were out! Hili ho! boys, hili ho!

E'en so the voice of woman cheers — Ho! boys, hili ho! The hearts of hardy mountaineers! Ho! boys, hili ho!

Like the glow of northern skies Mirrored in the fountains, Beams the love-light of fond eyes, As we cross the mountains.

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