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8 O! If I was a little bird, To build upon his breast, Or if I was a nightingale, To sing my love to rest; To gaze upon his lovely eyes, All my reward should be, For I love my love, because I know, My love loves me.

O if I were an eagle, To soar into the sky, I gaze around with piercing eyes, Where I my love might spy. But Ah! unhappy maiden, That love you ne’er shall see, Yet I love my love, because I know, My love loves me.

