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O had I but known it,

Thou beautiful nosegay!

But known who collected

Thy beauties and bound them,

In faith I would give him

The pin of my hair!

O had I but known it,

Thou beautiful nosegay!

But known who first flung thee

To swim on the streamlet,

In truth I would give him

The wreath on my head.

To gather starlet strawberries

My gentle maiden sought the grove,

And lo! a cruel bramble tore

The maiden's snowy foot——

Ah! luckless maid! my gentle love

Can wander in the grove no more:—

O why—O why, perfidious thorn,

Hast thou my gentle maiden torn?