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 Haste, thou dear, thou lovely boy—

Haste my hope, my love, my joy,

Hasten to claim thy dear.

heart is glad—my heart is gay,

It springs like a lark above;

O day of delight—delightful day,

Which gives me all my love.

I had many a fear—my fears are gone,

I shall not journey—journey alone,

An orphaned virgin's way.

the dark field where the oat-grass was growing,

The maidens were there—and that oat-grass were mowing;

And I call'd to those maidens—"Now say if there be

The maiden I love 'midst the maidens I see."