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 I'll make a ſtrawy garland, I'll make it wondrous fine, With roſes, lillies, daiſies, I'll mix the egizntine; And I'll preſent it to my love, when he returns from fea; for I love my love, becauſe I know my lave loves me. bat if I were a little bird, to build upon his breaſt! Or if I were a nightingale, to ſing my love to reſt! To gaze upon his lovely eyes, all my reward Mould be, For I love my love, becauſe I know my love loves me. Oh! if I were an eagle, to foar 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 fee, Yet I love my love, becauſe I know my love loves me.