By chance it was I met my loveIt did me much surpriseDown by a shady myrtle groveJust as the sun did rise.The birds they sang right gloriouslyAnd pleasent was the airAnd there was non save she and iAmong the flowers fair.In dewy grass and green we walkedShe timid was and coyHow can'st thou choose but pity meMy pretty pearl, my joyHow comes it that thou stroll this way?Sweet maiden tell me trueBefore bright phoebus' glittering rayHas supped the morning dew?I go to tend the flocks I loveThe ewes and tender lambsThat pasture by the myrtle groveThat gambol by their damsThere I enjoy a pure contentAt dawning of the dayThen, hand in hand, we lovers wentTo see the flock at play.And as we wended down the roadI said to her, sweet maidThree years I in my place abodeAnd three more must be stayedThe three that I am bound so fastO fairest wait for meAnd when the weary years are pastThen wedded we will be.three years are long, three times too longToo lengthy the delayAnd then I answered in my songhope wastes them quick awayWhere love is fervent, fain and fastAnd knoweth not decayThere nimbly fleet the seasons pastAccounted as one day.
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