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The bell swings to and fro It,s music just the same dear Tom Twas twenty years ago It,s music [&..?]

The spring that bubbled 'neath the hill

close by the spreading beach Is very low twas once so high That we could scarcely reach And [heading?] to get a drink Dear Tom I started so To think how very much I,ve changed [Sinc?] twenty years ago To think [&..?]

Near by that Spring upon the elm

You know I cut your name Your sweethearts just below it Tom And you did mine the same Some heartless wreatch has peeled the bark Twas dying sure but slow Just as that one whose name you cut Some twenty years ago Just like [&..?]

My lids have long been dry Tom