VILLAGE SONG.

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WE come to adore thee, O Gunga! thy daughters. How pure art thou, Gunga, how sacred and holy! We come with our off 'rings to worship thy waters; How pure art thou, Gunga, how sacred and holy! We come to adore thee, O Gunga! thy daughters.

II

Our hands are all laden with baskets of flowers, [ers;
Which every young maiden has brought from her bow-
We come to adore thee, O Gunga! thy daughters.
O bless every token and every light blossom,
Unshaken, unbroken, we fling on thy bosom,

We come to adore thee, O Gunga! thy daughters.

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