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 I could not leave so sweet a flower I could not leave so sweet a flower,
 * Nor rove dear Kate from thee:

But ever prov'd how much I lov'd,
 * How dear thou wert to me.

For thee,—dear maid,—the town I'll leave,
 * To thee my wealth resign;

And in thy lonely vale I'll live,
 * Sweet Kate, if thou'lt be mine.

And when I share thy rural cot,
 * My joy of life shall be,

To please thy every wish and thought,
 * And live alone for thee:

O then I'll prove how much I love,
 * How dear thou art to me.

When village pastimes on the green,
 * Invite us forth at eve;

With thee I'll join the pleasing scene,
 * And taste the joys they give.

And when the festive dance we share,
 * My heart unchang'd shall be;

For tho' the fairest nymphs are there,
 * I'll fondly turn to thee;

And thus I'll prove, how much I love,
 * How dear thou art to me.