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Haste, thou dear, thou lovely boy—
Haste my hope, my love, my joy,
Hasten to claim thy dear.
My heart is glad—my heart is gay,
It springs like a lark above;
O day of delight—delightful day,
Which gives me all my love.[1]
I had many a fear—my fears are gone,
I shall not journey—journey alone,
An orphaned virgin's way.Když sem gá šel skrz černéj les.
I sought the dark field where the oat-grass was growing,
The maidens were there—and that oat-grass were mowing;
And I call'd to those maidens—"Now say if there be
The maiden I love 'midst the maidens I see."
- ↑ Že budu mjt chlapce—youth—lad—boy.
