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ON THE SUMMER SEA.
I have a little sweetheart, a dear, winsome beauty, Who lives by the lakeside, but where, I'll not tell. I owe her my fealty, my best love and duty, And the vows I have made her I'll keep true and well; As truly as lovers in days of old story, When knights were the boldest and barons were strong; Her love is my day-star, my pride and my glory, And in its sweet service I sing her this song.
There is many a maiden whose smiles I
still cherish, Whose laugh was as music the sweetest
to me, Whose friendship I hold where it never
shall perish, But none have I loved like this maid of
the sea. She comes to me flying across the white
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