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HEN maiden loves, she sits and sighs, She wanders to and fro; Unbidden tear-drops fill her eyes, And to all questions she replies,
 * With a sad heigho!
 * 'Tis but a little word—"heigho!"
 * So soft, 'tis scarcely heard—"heigho!"
 * An idle breath—
 * Yet life and death
 * May hang upon a maid's "heigho!"

When maiden loves, she mopes apart,
 * As owl mopes on a tree;

Although she keenly feels the smart, She cannot tell what ails her heart,
 * With its sad "Ah me!"
 * 'Tis but a foolish sigh—"Ah me!"
 * Born but to droop and die—"Ah me!"
 * Yet all the sense
 * Of eloquence
 * Lies hidden in a maid's "Ah me!"