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When I went to see you through the forest—
 * Ah, alas! through the forest—

You were more lively then, more lively then,
 * Ah, alas! more lively then.

But now you are pale, my loved one; But now you are pale, my loved one; And I fear for your ail there is no cure;
 * Ah, alas! there is no cure.

When I went to see you by the marshes—
 * Ah, alas! by the marshes—

You were like a rose then, like a rose then,
 * Ah, alas! like a rose then.

But now you are pale, my loved one; But now you are pale, my loved one; And I fear for your ail there is no cure;
 * Ah, alas! there is no cure.

When I went to see you, ’neath the window—
 * Ah, alas! neath the window—

You were all milk and rose, all milk and rose,
 * Ah, alas! all milk and rose.

But now you are pale, my loved one; But now you are pale, my loved one; And I fear for your ail there is no cure;
 * Ah, alas! there is no cure.