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SERENADE.
I've planted my bower
With many a flower,
And I've bid them bloom for thee;
Then come, sweet maid,
To the green-wood shade,
Where blossoms the hawthorn tree.
With many a flower,
And I've bid them bloom for thee;
Then come, sweet maid,
To the green-wood shade,
Where blossoms the hawthorn tree.
A wreath I've twin'd,
Thy brow to bind,
And I've hung it on a bough,
Till thou shalt come
To our fairy home,
Why, lady, linger'st thou?
Thy brow to bind,
And I've hung it on a bough,
Till thou shalt come
To our fairy home,
Why, lady, linger'st thou?
