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by yon shady grove, One day I chanc'd to rove, Where the fields and the meadows look gay I spy'd a lovely maid She has my heart betray'd, And she's caus'd me a while for to stay.

Her cheeks they're like the rose, Her eyes are black as sloes, Her skin is far whiter than snow, She is a lovely maid, She has my heart betray'd, And more of her heart I will know.

I said my own sweetheart, My jewel that thou art, I have set my affection on thee, Thou set my heart on fire, It's all that I desire, My true love in constancy to be.

It is for you alone, That here I sigh and moan, For true love will never decay, Sweetheart you know my mind, I hope you will prove kind, Though my dwelling lies far away.