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 Sweet the nightingale was singing,

High on the topmost spray;

Sweet bird! keep ever ringing

Thy song with heart so gay.

Sweet bird! keep ever ringing

Thy song with heart so gay;

Thy heart was made for laughter,

My heart's in tears to-day.

Thy heart was made for laughter,

My heart's in tears to-day;

Tears for a fickle mistress,

Flown from its love away.

In tears for a fickle mistress,

Flown from its love away,

All for these faded roses

Which I refused in play.

All for these faded roses

Which I refused in play—

Would that each rose were growing

Still on the rose tree gay!