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 With roses lilies daisies,
 * I’d mix the eglantine:

And I’d present it to my love,
 * when he returns from sea,

For I love my love, because I know,
 * my love loves me.

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’d 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.