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O! If I was a little bird,
To build upon his breast,
Or if I was a nightingale,
To sing my love to rest;
To gaze upon his lovely eyes,
All my reward should be,
For I love my love, because I know,
My love loves me.
O if I were an eagle,
To soar into the sky,
I gaze around with piercing eyes,
Where I my love might spy.
But Ah! unhappy maiden,
That love you ne’er shall see,
Yet I love my love, because I know,
My love loves me.
FINIS.
