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The maiden belov’d to the streamlet doth go, With iron-shod pail scoops the waves as they fleet, A nosegay there floats on the waves to her feet, A nosegay of roses and violets sweet. The maiden she reaches the nosegay to hold, But she falls, ah! she falls in the water so cold! O did I, fair nosegay, O did I but know, Who, who was the planter that made thee to grow, A bright golden ring I'd upon him bestow! O knew I, thou nosegay, so sweet and so fair,

I'd give him, I'd give him the pin from my hair! O did I, fair nosegay, O did I but know, Who gave thee to float on the waters that flow, The wreath from my head I'd upon him bestow.”