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