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 My love in the pine-wood half aloud ’Gins plaining, as afraid: “O what will mother say to me, “To me, unhappy maid!

“My mother bade me evermore “Of young men to beware, “But why of young men heedful be, “When they good people are?”

Then up I rode upon my steed, Like snow that was so white, Dismounted, tied him to a branch By the silver bridle bright.

I clasp’d and press’d her to my heart, I kiss’d her lips so sweet, And the lovely maid forgets the thorn, That pains her tender feet.

We kiss’d and lov’d each other there, Till the setting of the sun: “Come, hasten homewards, love,” she said; “The day is almost done.”

Then quick I sprang upon my steed, That was as white as snow, I took my true-love in my arms, And with her home did go.