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 me not—my mother, now!

But let me take the marriage vow—

At love's soft name my bosom sighs,

And love is bursting from mine eyes.

a bohemian maid,

Blue eyed; fair and airy;

Would you know my name? my name

Is no name but Mary.

's to you if I have fled,

Fled to love's embraces,

Eaten hips of eglantine,

Slept in thorny places.