Did you not hear My Lady
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Go down the garden singing
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Blackbird and thrush were silent
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To hear the alleys ringing...
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Oh saw you not My Lady
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Out in the garden there
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Shaming the rose and lily
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For she is twice as fair.
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Though I am nothing to her
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Though she must rarely look at me
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And though I could never woo her
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I love her till I die.
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Surely you heard My Lady
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Go down the garden singing
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Silencing all the songbirds
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And setting the alleys ringing...
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But surely you see My Lady
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Out in the garden there
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Rivaling the glittering sunshine
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With a glory of golden hair.
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Silent Worship
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Unknown - ¾Ë¼ö¾øÀ½ (1) |