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I kiss'd her slender hand, She took the kiss sedately; Maud is not seventeen, But she is tall and stately.

I to cry out on pride Who have won her favour! Maud were sure of Heaven If lowliness could save her.

I know the way she went Home with her maiden posy, For her feet have touch'd the meadows And left the daisies rosy.

Birds in the high Hall-garden Were crying and calling to her, Where is Maud, Maud, Maud, One is come to woo her.