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Hasten, birdie, to the green wood,
High upon the tree-tops soar.
Hasten, birdie, cease your moaning,
Sing in gladsome, joyful song;
Hasten, birdie, to the wild-wood,
For the day is almost done."
High upon the tree-tops soar.
Hasten, birdie, cease your moaning,
Sing in gladsome, joyful song;
Hasten, birdie, to the wild-wood,
For the day is almost done."
"Mistress dear, I'll ever love you;
And, in summer's golden day,
At your window I'll come tapping.
Pouring out a joyful lay.
Mistress, dear one, I am going;
Soon I'll come again to you;
But now I go to yonder woodlands;
Mistress dear, adieu, adieu."
And, in summer's golden day,
At your window I'll come tapping.
Pouring out a joyful lay.
Mistress, dear one, I am going;
Soon I'll come again to you;
But now I go to yonder woodlands;
Mistress dear, adieu, adieu."
