There’s one that is a pure as an angel, As fair as the flowers of May, They call her the gentle maiden Wherever she takes her way. Her eyes have the glance of sunlight, As it brightens the blue sea wave And more than the deep sea treasure The love of her heart I crave. 
Though parted afar from my darling, I dream of her everywhere, The sound of her voice is about me, The spell of her presence there. And whether my prayers be granted, Or whether she passes me by, The face of the gentle maiden Will follow me till I die. 
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