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Through bushes and through briars, I lately took my way; All for to hear the small birds sing, And the lambs to skip and play. I overheard my own true love, Her voice it was so clear; Long time I have been waiting for The coming of my dear. |
Sometimes I am uneasy And troubled in my mind; Sometimes I think I'll go to my love And tell to him my mind. And if I should go to my love, My love he will say Nay; If I show to him my boldness, He'll ne'er love me again. |
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