ARBOR DA Y MANUAL. 
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FRAGRANT AIR. 
1. Fragrant air ev-’ry where, Blue the sky a-hove; Oh, how sweet on light feet 
2. Wood so wide, verdant pride, Thou my dearest home; Song and sound, all around, 
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Round about to rove. Zephyrs play with balmy flow-ers, And how charming - ly 
Call me forth to roam. And in joy and ad - mi - ra-tion, Thus a - long I rove, 
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THE TIME OF THE SINGING OF BIRDS. 
George Barker 
1. The time of the sing-ing of birds is come, The trees are robed in green; The 
2. A - way in wood - lands wide and deep The shad - owy grass bends low, Be-fore 
3. But not o’er meadow and wood a - lone Doth their spell of beau-ty steal; There are 
