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Come gentle dove, with azure wing,
And listen to my ditty ; Go, seek the maid, and try to move Her bosom unto pity ;
When you meet her,
Kindly greet her, And with love-sick notes entreat her;
Softly cooing,
Sweetly wooing, Oh ! say my heart is her's for ever !
O maiden fair
Beyond compare, Forget thee can I never !
Words (translated from the original Welsh) by Oliphant. Tune The Dove.
From Thomas's Welsh Melodies. |
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