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, maiden,

Thou hast black eyes:

Will they deceive me,

Will they despise?

! were they blacker,

Never would they,

Never—despise thee,

Never betray!"

gather acorns

On the oak-tree;

God alone knoweth

Whose she shall be.

but mine—she swore

Mine to be of yore;

'Twas behind our dwelling, she

Swore it 'neath the greenwood tree,

Mine alone to be!