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GLEE. 



We are sons of pleasure, 

 We are sons of love, 



Joys, beyond all measure, 

 Wait us in the grove. 



Who so happy as birds, 

 Who as birds so free; — 



Who so happy as birds, 

 Who so happy as we 1 



We know nought of care, 

 Little know of strife ; 



Tell us, tell us where, 

 You find so sweet a life? 



None so happy as birds, 

 None as birds so free ; 



None so happy as birds, 

 None so happy as we. 



