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In Alba's lake no fisher His net to-day is flinging； On the dark rind of Alba's oaks To-day no axe1 is ringing； The yoke2 hangs o'er the manger； The scythe3 lies in the hay： Through all the Alban villages No work is done to-day.
In Alba's lake no fisher His net to-day is flinging； On the dark rind of Alba's oaks To-day no axe1 is ringing； The yoke2 hangs o'er the manger； The scythe3 lies in the hay： Through all the Alban villages No work is done to-day.