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38.—THE LOYAL LOVER.
1 I'll weave my love a garland.
It shall be dressed so fine; I'll set it round with roses,
With lilies, pinks, and thyme, And I'll present it to my love
When he comes back from sea, For I love my love, and I love my love,
Because my love loves me.
2 I wish I were an arrow
That sped into the air, I'd seek him as a sparrow ;
And, if he were not there, Then quickly I'd become a fish,
To search the raging sea, For I love my love, and I love my love,
Because my love loves me.
3. I would I were a reaper,
I'd seek him in the corn ; I would I were a keeper,
I'd hunt him with my horn. I'd blow a blast, when found at last,
Beneath the greenwood tree, For I love my love, and I love my love,
Because my love loves me. |
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