Ah! my heart is weary waiting,
Waiting for the May
Waiting for the pleasant rambles,
Where the fragrant hawthorn brambles,
With the woodbine alternating,
Scent the dewy way.
Ah! my heart is weary waiting,
Waiting for the May.
2. Ah! my heart is sick with longing,
Long for the May.
Longing to escape from study,
To the young face fair and ruddy,
And the thousand charms belonging
To the summer's day.
Ah! my heart is sick with longing,
Longing for the May.
3. Ah! my heart is sore with sighing,
Sighing for the May.
Sighing for their sure returning
When the summer beams are burning,
Hopes and flow'rs that dead or dying
All the winer lay.
Ah! my heart is sore with sighing,
Sighing for the May.
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4. Ah! my heart is pained with throbbing,
Throbbing for the May
Throbbing for the seaside billows,
Or the water-wooing willows;
Where in laughing and in sobbing
Glide the streams away.
Ah! my heart, my heart is throbbing,
Throbbing for the May.
5. Waiting sad, dejected, weary,
Waiting for the May.
Spring goes by with wasted warnings
Moonlight evenings, sunbright mornings
Summer comes, yet dark and dreary
Life still ebbs away
Man is ever weary weary,
Waiting for the May.
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