There is a lovely mountain called the Mountain of Green,
All things on this mountain are fair to be seen,
At the top of this mountain the ivy doth grow,
At the foot of this mountain, the river doth flow.
On the top of this mountain a castle doth stand,
All decked in green ivy from the top to the strand,
Fine arches, fine porches, and the marble so white,
‘Tis a warning to sailors on a dark stormy night.
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