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 And thou’rt too good its laws to slight,

By hind'ring the design.

May all the powers of love agree,

At length to make thee thine ;

Or loose my chains, and set me free,

From every charm of thine,  





The cold winter is past and gone,

And now comes on the spring,

And I am one of the king's life-guards,

And I must go fight for my king, my dear,


 * And must go fight for my king.