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RE I won my love’s affections. There to school I needs must go, Did I ask her or entreat her, Evermore she answer’d, No.

Once we in a lovely valley Sate a linden-tree below, For a little kiss I ask’d her, But she gave me answer, No.

Near a nightingale is sitting, Singing soft of love and woe, I inquire, if love she feeleth, But she gives me answer, No.

Quick I turn the conversation, While my veins with fever glow— Must I then for ever shun thee? But she softly whisper’d, No.

To my heart I fold, I press her, Kiss her till the echoes flow, Then I ask her, if she’s angry, But she softly whispers, No.