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Around thee wait,
In pomp and state,
Full many an humble slave;
But come to my bow'r,
At evening hour,
Where the hawthorn branches wave.
In pomp and state,
Full many an humble slave;
But come to my bow'r,
At evening hour,
Where the hawthorn branches wave.
And, lady, mine,
Oh! cease to twine
Thy locks with ought but flow'rs;
Leave costly gear,
For those to wear,
Who'd scorn such a life as ours.
Oh! cease to twine
Thy locks with ought but flow'rs;
Leave costly gear,
For those to wear,
Who'd scorn such a life as ours.
Then come to night,
The moon shines bright,
On yonder castle wall,
The moon shines bright,
On yonder castle wall,
