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 They came o'er the water;

They brought me sweet kisses,

From beauty's own daughter,

In all her bloom.

o'er the green hillock

Our footstepsascended,

The flowrets we blended,

Maiden, we twin'd them for thee.

And, O! could I whisper,

Sweet maiden! and dearest,

O say, if thou hearest,

How dear to me!

his flock the shepherd sallies,

Bending tow'rds the fertile vallies,

Passing near the birchwood tree—

And a hat of green has he.